Stoneface

Chapter Nine

The next morning, Gwen awoke pleasantly sore and securely snuggled between Jack and Tim. Tim’s hand was nestled between her legs, cupping her mound, while Jack had a secure grip on her left breast.

She stared first at Tim, then Jack, who were both still asleep. She felt the first giggle try to bubble forth, and she clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle it. If she started laughing, she wouldn’t be able to stop, and she didn’t want to awaken the men. Had she really let these two gorgeous men fuck her silly last night?

At the same time?

Apparently, she had. The proof was in the residual ache in her ass.

And what a nice ache it was, too.

She took a deep breath and, finally sure she wouldn’t start laughing, slowly let it out again.

I could get used to this.

That’s when the wistful pang of regret hit. Liam would arrive in a few hours. She wasn’t too worried about what he’d think. Knowing him, he’d probably cheer her on.

But what about when they had to return home?

It didn’t surprise her to realize she didn’t want to return home, even though she knew that was a stupid, juvenile thought.

She couldn’t deny she’d already hit the downward slippery slope and was rapidly gaining speed toward falling in love with Tim and Jack. The irony that she wouldn’t write this scenario in a book didn’t escape her. Rationally, she should just keep it about the sex and enjoy what she could while she could. Try as she might, wish as she would, she couldn’t just pack up and move from Ohio. For one thing, Liam needed her to run interference between their parents from time to time. She couldn’t leave him.

And how did she know the men would even return her feelings? For all she knew, they might just see her as a fun time, an easy lay.

She closed her eyes. Jesus, they must think I’m a slut.

She hoped they didn’t despite their assurances the night before.

Tim stirred a little, turning onto his side facing her. His fingers slid into her cunt, and he let out a soft chuckle. “You’re still wet, baby.”

Gwen felt the heat in her face as she blushed. “That’s because you slept with your fingers all over my clit.”

On her other side, Jack let out a yawn. “That’s the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a while. What time is it?”

“That’s because we fucked ourselves unconscious.” Tim lifted his head to look. “You’ve got an hour before you need to get moving.”

Jack gently squeezed her breast. “You mean before I get ready for work.” He nibbled her shoulder, sending a pleasant shiver through her. “I want to get moving right now, and I don’t mean getting out of bed.”

Oh, fuck it. They were cute, horny, and in the same bed she was. If that made her a slut, she couldn’t care less.

Well, at that moment in time she couldn’t care less. She’d worry about later…later.

Jack sat up and smiled at her. It made him look even more handsome. “I think I know how I want to get moving this morning.”

The passion in his brown eyes turned her insides to mush. She simply nodded.

He kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him and even enjoyed the feel of his morning stubble scratching against her cheek. These were real men, not make-believe, not fantasies.

And they were interested in her.

“I hope you don’t mind us wanting you to sleep in our bed while you’re here.” He smiled again. She had a feeling that wasn’t something he normally did a lot of.

“I don’t mind at all,” she assured him.

“Good,” Tim chimed in, “because how else am I going to work on keeping you here?” She didn’t want to hope there was truth to his words. She didn’t want to set herself up for the disappointment of reality.

“Maybe I could just handcuff you to the bed,” Jack teased.

“Ooh,” Tim said. “Bondage!”

She laughed as she looked between the men. “You’re both too much. Believe me, if you’d have me forever, you wouldn’t have to chain me to the bed to keep me here. I’d stay willingly.”

Jack’s heart flip-flopped. He didn’t want to believe she was doing anything other than joking. Who was he kidding? She wouldn’t stay here. She had a life and family back in Ohio.

And she looked just like Mel. He still couldn’t say if his reaction was because of who she was…or who he wished she was.

He ran a hand through her auburn curls and kissed her again. It didn’t matter. He wanted her now, regardless of why. He’d enjoy it and pray it didn’t blow up in their faces. “Believe me,” he murmured, “we’d be happy to have you.”

She felt so good in his arms, so perfect, just like Tim. His cock fully hardened, nearly painful. He wanted a chance to bury it inside her pussy. He reached over, grabbed a condom, and quickly put it on. She wrapped her legs around him as he nudged against her pussy.

The lovely, lustful gaze on her face twisted his heart. “Do you want it, baby?” he hoarsely asked.

“Yes!”

“Look at me.”

Her eyes focused on his as he took his time sheathing himself inside her, until he finally felt her warm muscles encasing his member. Damn, she felt good. “How’s that feel?”

She nodded. “Good!”

He nipped at the base of her throat. “I’m going to fuck you real good,” he promised, moving slowly, enjoying the soft, wordless sounds escaping her.

“Oh, he’ll fuck you real good, all right,” Tim said. “He’ll fuck your brains out.”

“You’ll like that, won’t you?” Jack asked.

“Uh-huh!”

“Tell me what you want, baby.” He took long, slow strokes, feeling her need grow by the second from the way her body tensed and flexed under him as she tried to urge him to go faster.

“Please fuck me,” she said. “Please.”

“That’s my good girl.” He kissed her as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, alternating short, hard strokes with long, deep ones.

Holy fuck! It felt like her whole body was electrically charged. The way he seemed to take control…It totally melted her. She could easily do this for the rest of her life. His cock felt so good inside her, a little larger than Tim, who’d been a respectable size to start with. Their bodies seemed to fit together perfectly, and it didn’t take long for her to feel the first tingles of her impending orgasm.

“That’s it, baby,” he softly urged. “Give it to me. I want it.”

She held on for dear life and tried to move with him, inside his strong arms, and realized she couldn’t keep up. His body owned hers, and she willingly gave over all control to him as he picked up the pace, driving her harder and faster toward release.

“I’m going to fuck that orgasm right out of you,” he teasingly promised. “Going to keep going, maybe get two or three out of you.”

Whether it was the delicious way his cock hit everything just right inside and out, or maybe it was the confident, possessive tone of his voice, or maybe both, she didn’t know. But she cried out when that sweet explosion hit, tearing her apart at the seams from the inside out.

“There it is,” he said with a chuckle, and he started hammering his cock into her, keeping her orgasm rolling and spinning through her like an erotic tornado. She rode it as he rode her, hanging on, vaguely aware of her nails digging into his shoulders as he fucked her harder than anyone had ever fucked her in her life.

And she prayed it would never end.

She felt his cock swell and throb inside her. “Here it is, baby,” he grunted, and in two more hard thrusts he came with a moan, his body going still as she tried to catch her breath.

They were both sweaty by the time he pulled out, but he didn’t leave, staying there propped on his arms over her, kissing her, nibbling at her ear, nuzzling her neck with his lips.

Tender. Loving.

She never would have imagined upon their first meeting that there was a softer side to this man.

“Are you okay?” he tentatively asked, maybe a hint of fear in his voice.

She grabbed his head and pulled his mouth down to hers in a passionate kiss. “Yes, I’m better than I’ve ever been in my life,” she said with a smile. “Way better.”

They took a long shower together, the men slowly washing every inch of her body. She’d never felt so cherished when she was with Dickweed.

Jack had to go to work, and Tim would drive her to the airport to get Liam. When Gwen checked the airline schedule, Liam’s flight was on time. Tim made them all breakfast, a delicious omelet that completely filled her. Gwen couldn’t understand why she felt so nervous. This was her brother, for crying out loud. The one person she never felt nervous around.

She sat in the passenger seat while Tim drove them to the airport. While she couldn’t wait to see Liam, her nerves were about to get the best of her. Her accepting that Liam was gay was one thing.

Would he really be okay with the fact that she’d jumped into the sack with two men who were pretty much complete strangers?

Tim laced his fingers through hers. “Nervous?”

She nodded, not daring to speak. Her stomach had already made a few iffy loops that morning, but she hadn’t thrown up.

Yet.

He laughed. “Honey, if you don’t want to tell him about us, we understand. It’s whatever you want.” They pulled up to a red light and he looked at her. “But honestly?” His voice changed tone and timbre, growing serious. “I hope this is the start of something long term. The thought of you just leaving and walking out of our lives and us never seeing you again rips me up inside. I feel like I’ve known you for years even though we just met.”

He leaned over and kissed her. A car behind them honked when the light changed to green.

He laughed as he sat up and drove. “Of course, technically we have known each other for a couple of years, but you know what I mean.”

She knew. And the fact that it felt so right and natural falling asleep between the two men made her never want to return to Ohio.

But how would she explain them to her parents?

When Liam arrived, she was relieved to see he was using his cane and not his wheelchair. She hugged him, and he stuck his hand out to Tim. “You must be Tim. Nice to finally get to meet you.”

Tim smiled. “Likewise.” Tim immediately reached out to take Liam’s carry-on bag from Gwen, who’d wrestled it away from Liam as soon as she could. “Did you check anything?”

“Yeah, a bag and my wheelchair.” He looked at Gwen. “Bob is sooo going to kill me.” He grinned mischievously. “Ruthie is totally addicted to World of Warcraft now. And she’s damn good at it, too. I left her with my backup laptop, and she’s happily making online friends as she goes on campaigns to kill things.”

“Where is she? Did she go home?”

“Nope. I left her holding down the fort at your house. Bob’s still out of town anyway, and she’s going to help fend off Mom and Dad for a couple of days.”

Gwen felt guilty over that. “I hope she’s okay.”

“Honey, believe me, she’s fine. She looks happier than I’ve seen her in years.” He snickered. “When you can get her away from the computer.”

They made their way to baggage claim. Tim wouldn’t let Liam carry anything, and had them wait outside the terminal so he could bring the car around. When he left to go get it, Liam slung his arm around Gwen as they sat on a bench and snugged her close.

“Wubs you, sis.”

She smiled. “Wubs you too, bro.”

“So, how is he in the sack?” He grinned. “Or should I say, ‘they?’”

She nearly choked. “What?”

“Oh, please. I saw the way he was looking at you.” He laughed and touched the back of her neck. “And that hickey didn’t get there by itself.”

She clapped her hand over her neck. “I’m…I’m…”

He pulled her close again and kissed the top of her head. “You’re in heaven. You also look happier than I’ve seen you in years. Ruthie’s not the only one who’s experienced a massive paradigm shift in the last twenty-four hours. Am I right?”

She felt her face heat. No doubt her cheeks were bloodred. She nodded. There was no reason to deny it or lie about it. Not to Liam.

“Okay, then. Nothing to be ashamed of.” He rested his chin on the top of her head. “You’ve been writing about it for years. Time for you to experience a little happily-ever-after in real life, you know.”

She hugged him tighter as she burst into tears. “You’re the best brother ever.”

He laughed. “I’m your only brother, sweetie.” He sighed. “You and me against the world.”

“Yep. You and me.”

Gwen let Liam sit in the front seat. The men talked as they drove back to Tim’s house. After Liam was settled in the other guest room and had a chance to freshen up, the three of them gathered around the kitchen table with the notebook and Liam’s laptop and went over what Gwen and Tim had found out.

“But nothing’s showing up on her cell phone?” Tim asked.

Liam shook his head. “Nope. I’m guessing she’s using the prepaid phone.”

“Sure seems like she’s hiding something,” Tim said.

Gwen nodded. “Yep. But why? She’s told Liam and me about boyfriends before.”

Liam snorted. “I bet he’s married.”

“Really? You think so?”

“I’d put money on it. Which is weird because you know what? That would so not be like the Amy you and I know. Our responsible older sister has more secrets than we can guess, I would imagine.”

Gwen didn’t want to think that about her sister, but she couldn’t deny it made sense. Having been cheated on herself, she didn’t want to believe her sister would do the same thing to some other poor, unsuspecting wife. “Let’s just focus on finding her and making sure she’s okay before we start making suppositions as to the why. Maybe she had a great horndog holiday and the thought of returning to the same house as our parents has her shitting her pants.”

“Okay,” Tim said, “are your parents really that bad that she’d do something as drastic as running away from home?”

“Yes,” Liam and Gwen said in unison.

“You don’t know them,” Gwen said. “Mostly it’s our father, but our mom goes along with him.”

“I wish we were exaggerating,” Liam added. “Puritanical would be a good catch-all term. And Mom’s just flat out a worrywart.”

“You know,” Tim slowly said, “if you two wanted to turn this into an extended working vacation, we’d love for you both to stay here.”

Liam sat back and laughed. “I appreciate it, but I suspect it’s Gee you’re more interested in than me.”

Tim smiled and captured her hand, lacing his fingers through hers as he smiled at her. “Any family of Gwen’s is welcome in our home. Well, except maybe your parents.”

Gwen laughed, heat rising to her face. “You’d get sick of me really fast. I’m a workaholic.”

Tim grinned. “And you don’t think Stoneface is?”

“Who?” Liam asked.

“Jack,” Tim and Gwen said together.

“It’s his nickname,” Tim added. “The past twenty-four hours, he’s been happier than I ever remember seeing him.” He caught and held Gwen’s gaze. “Because of you, babe. And if you think I’m going to let you just walk out of our lives like that, you’re sadly mistaken.”

Her heart pounded in her chest. Is he serious?

Liam leaned back in his chair, a playful grin on his face. “Well, Gee, looks like we should look into making a move to South Dakota.”

This was too much, too soon. She couldn’t process it, much less deal with it. “Let’s just concentrate on trying to find Amy first. Then we can talk about everything else.”

There wasn’t a lot they could do except keep trying to retrace Amy’s steps. After Tim fixed them a scrumptious lunch, they went to a few more of the local attractions in Amy’s notebook. Tim called Jack but got his voice mail. A few minutes later, he received a text message back.

In depositions all afternoon, sorry. Let’s go out for dinner.

“Well, we’ll have to wait on that angle,” Tim said as he read the text message. “I’m sure once he gets a chance he’ll look into it from his end.”

Jack called Tim later when he left the office. When Tim got off the phone, he gave Gwen a playful swat on the butt. “Go get dressed for dinner, sweetie. We’re all going out.”

“I didn’t bring anything fancy, you know. I wasn’t expecting to go out on dates.”

He smiled and pulled her to him, where he kissed her. “Then maybe tomorrow we need to rectify that, and I’ll take you shopping.”

Liam leaned back in his chair and laughed. “Sis, I’d say you’ve officially got yourself a couple of boyfriends.”

She felt her face redden. “You don’t have to do that, Tim.”

“Oh, yes I do.” He nibbled the side of her neck, weakening her knees despite the fact that Liam was sitting there in the kitchen with them. “We’ve got a hot lady we want to show off.” With that he released her, turning her around and giving her a gentle push in the direction of the spare bedroom.

She felt like her feet didn’t touch the floor—yet another cheesy romantic cliché proven correct—as she made her way to the bedroom to change. She heard Jack arrive while she was getting ready. When she emerged in the kitchen, Jack grabbed her and planted a kiss on her that dampened her panties and nearly melted the shoes right off her feet.

“Hi, sweetie.”

“Hiya,” she whispered.

She dared a glance at Liam, who grinned from ear to ear. “Yeah, I’d say you’ve got it bad, sis. Now write me a happily-ever-after with a hot, hard-bodied hunk, would ya’?”

They took Gwen and Liam to a different restaurant, a tiny, family-owned place on the main street in the small town of Keystone, down in the valley overlooked by Mt. Rushmore. A cross between old western and Italian, it shouldn’t have worked, but it did. The smell of fresh garlic and tomato sauce greeted them as they walked in. They had to wait a few minutes for a table, but apparently Jack and Tim were regulars, and a waitress seated them in a corner booth with a little bit of familiar chitchat along the way.

“This is neat,” Liam said as he looked around. Antique photographs of the area from the late 1800s to the mid 1950s lined the walls, along with custom-painted murals depicting Italian scenes. The stereotypical red and white checked tablecloths lined the tables.

“The food here is excellent,” Jack said as he handed out the menus the waitress left them. “Everything is great.”

Gwen relaxed throughout the meal. It was more than obvious to her that Liam was sincere when he said he approved of what she’d done. He also seemed to genuinely like Tim and Jack, and the four of them talked and laughed all evening until they were the last customers there.

“Hold on,” Liam said, digging out his phone. “I want to get some pictures.” They took several rounds with all their phones, the waitress even helping out so all four of them could be in some of the shots.

Her nervous worry returned, however, once back at Jack and Tim’s house. Liam apparently sensed her anxiety. He gave her a hug. “It’s been a long day, sis. I’m heading for bed.” He kissed her forehead before letting her go with a mischievous smile. “Have fun tonight.”

He disappeared into his bedroom and softly closed the door behind him.

Tim winked at her. “Ready to head for bed, sweetie?”

She smiled. “I’m guessing sleep isn’t going to be soon in coming.”

“No,” Jack said as he stepped behind her and nibbled her ear, “but you soon will be.” She moaned as he playfully nipped her. “And soon, we will be, too.”

They led her to their bedroom. Tim put on the radio and tuned it to a jazz station. She stood with her back pressed against Jack’s hard body as he slipped his arms around her. He nuzzled the back of her neck, the stubble on his chin pleasantly scratchy against her flesh.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered in her ear. “I love the feel of your body.”

Tim stepped over. He lifted the hem of her blouse and kissed the top of her breasts, his tongue flicking along where the cups of her bra prevented him from accessing more. “I think it’s time to get rid of these clothes, baby.”

She lifted her arms and allowed Tim to remove her blouse. He made quick work of her bra, cupping and kissing her breasts as she felt a hard bulge digging into her lower back through Jack’s pants.

Jack returned his attention to her earlobes, nearly taking her knees out. Tim released her breasts and worked on her slacks, unfastening her belt before unbuttoning them and sliding the zipper down to reveal her pink panties.

Relatively damp panties, truth be told. She’d hoped for a repeat of the night before—and that morning—but was afraid it might not happen.

Now her dreams were coming true a second time.

She kicked off her shoes and tipped her head back to kiss Jack. His tongue plunged deeply into her mouth. She offered no resistance, stepping out of her pants when Tim prompted, shivering a little from excitement as he pushed her panties down her legs.

Cool air brushed her flesh, making her nipples tighten and adding to the lust building inside her already wet pussy. Tim’s fingers traveled between her legs, playing with her clit and sliding inside her cunt. She moaned into Jack’s mouth and spread her legs as much as she could. Jack helped support her, his strong arms holding her upright as Tim rubbed her clit.

“You going to come for us, baby?” Tim asked.

“I want to.” She felt her juices sliding down the insides of her thighs. Never in her life had she ever felt so horny or come so hard as she had with these two men. She felt sexy, desirable. Wanted.

“Come for us,” Jack said, his voice growing deeper as the bulge pressing into her back grew harder.

Encased in his strong arms, she leaned against him and closed her eyes as Tim’s talented fingers stroked her closer to release. As she felt the orgasm slam into her, Tim plunged two fingers into her channel and fucked her with his hand, his thumb hitting her swollen clit with every stroke.

It felt like a beautiful firebomb going off inside her. She threw her head back against Jack’s sturdy shoulder and totally turned herself over to the men. As her orgasm finally subsided, she managed to pry her eyes open. Tim withdrew his hand from her pussy and licked her juices off his fingers with a playful smile.

Jack scooped her up and playfully dropped her onto their bed. She hungrily watched as both men stripped and joined her. Jack knelt over her head, and she opened her mouth, wanting to suck his cock. She wrapped her mouth around the head, her tongue flicking the slit and tasting salty pearls of pre-cum there.

“That’s it,” he encouraged her, his hand buried deep in her hair. “Suck it good, baby.”

His words and tone fired her passion deep inside her. She eagerly devoured him, taking him as far back into her throat as she could. She held onto the base of his cock with one hand and used the other to stroke and gently massage his heavy balls.

He held onto the headboard with one hand. “Oh, yeah, baby. That’s it.”

Gwen wanted to make him come, wanted to swallow every last drop he pumped out. She felt powerful as she made him moan with every swipe of her tongue along his cock. Just when she thought he might be close, he pulled out. She started to protest, but he laughed. “Don’t worry, baby. Just a change in position.”

He made her move and he lay back on the bed and spread his legs. “There you go.” She dove for his cock again.

Tim laughed as he stroked her ass. “That’s more like it.” She heard a condom wrapper being opened, then felt the head of his cock pressing against her well-lubricated channel. She wiggled her hips at him, prompting another laugh.

“Getting anxious, sweetie?”

“Mm hmm,” she mumbled around Jack’s cock.

“Ooh, I liked that,” Jack said as he cupped her head with his hands and guided her motions. “I liked that a lot.”

She tried to laugh, but with a mouthful of Jack’s cock it came out more as a mumbled snort, which made both men laugh. “On second thought,” Jack said, “don’t talk with your mouth full, baby.”

As Tim slowly fed his cock into her pussy, she tried to push back against him, wanting to feel both cocks deeply impaling her at each end. “Yeah, that’s it,” Tim encouraged her. He gripped her hips and started slowly fucking her, his balls slapping against her ass with every stroke. “You like being spit roasted, don’t you?”

The dirty talk stoked her passion even more. She moaned around Jack’s cock in response and met every one of Tim’s strokes, trying to urge him faster, harder, deeper.

“That’s our girl,” Jack said. “You want hard and dirty, don’t you?”

The rumbling tone of his voice pushed her over the edge a second time as Tim’s cock hit her G-spot. She moaned, deep-throating Jack’s cock and triggering his orgasm. She moaned again as she tasted his seed pumping into her mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” Tim gasped, “that’s damn sexy.” He thrust harder, faster, and soon added his happy moans of release to theirs. She felt his cock grow harder, swell and throb inside her before he fell still. “Holy crap!”

He pulled out and flopped to his side. He hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her over onto her side where he spooned against her. Jack shifted position and lay against her. She nuzzled her head in the hollow of his neck as they all regained their breath.

“Wow,” she whispered.

Jack stroked her arm. “Wow is right, sweetie. That was amazing.”

“Fantastic,” Tim agreed. He kissed the back of her neck. “Absolutely wonderful.” After a few minutes, Tim slowly rolled away and headed for the bathroom to clean up. When he returned, Gwen snuggled against him. It felt right being comfortably sandwiched between them.

She started dozing off to sleep when Jack rested his arm across her hip. “Good night, baby,” he whispered. Then he kissed her forehead.

A warm rush of emotions flowed through her at the tender tone of his voice. “Good night, Jack.”

Tim kissed the back of her neck and pressed closer. “Good night, sweetie.”

She smiled and wiggled her ass against him. “Good night, Tim.”

Like that, she crashed into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Fortunately, the next day was Saturday, and they were able to sleep in. Unfortunately, it meant all the local tourist attractions were full to the brim, meaning that asking around if people had seen Amy would be pretty futile.

Jack made a few unofficial calls, but there wasn’t a lot he could do then without raising suspicions. He’d have to wait until Monday to do more.

“Well, I guess this just means you’ll have to let us play tour guides,” Tim said with a grin.

“And I can tell that just breaks your heart,” Gwen replied.

Jack laughed. “He loves to show people around.”

They took Liam and Gwen to the small town of Custer. They had fun browsing statues of bison placed all over town in front of businesses, decorated in different themes. They had lunch at a quaint little restaurant on the main street before going to Custer State Park. There, Gwen and Liam saw their first bison in the wild. After driving them around the park and showing them the pigtail bridges on Iron Mountain Road, they headed back toward Rapid City for dinner.

It was only seven in the evening when they returned to the house. Liam lightly slapped Gwen on the shoulder. “I’m going to grab my laptop, iPod, and headphones. Give me about twenty minutes to get set up before you start howling,” he said with a smirk.

She blushed but hugged him. “Thank you.”

“Hey, I wish I was getting as lucky as you, girl.”

The three of them went downstairs to the hot tub. They all stripped and climbed in, naked. She loved sitting between Tim and Jack and staring out at the valley below.

“This is a beautiful place,” she said. “I’m used to Ohio. It’s so different out here. So quiet.”

“Wide open spaces,” Jack agreed. “You either love it or hate it, it seems like.”

Tim nodded. “I wasn’t sure how much I’d like it out here. I’m a beach boy, grew up surfing and with smog.” He laughed. “It sort of spooked me when I saw all the stars my first night here. It was a clear sky.” He looked at Jack and smiled. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard him laugh so hard than he did at my reaction.”

“Well, you have to admit, it was funny,” Jack said. “You should have seen the look on your face. Wide-eyed wonder.”

“I think I’d love it out here,” she said, not realizing she’d said it aloud until she saw Tim’s broad, beaming grin.

“Is that a promise, baby?” Tim asked. He pulled her close and planted a kiss on her lips. “Because let me tell you what, if it is, I’m all for you moving here yesterday.”

Jack smiled, but didn’t comment. His heart raced. He and Tim hadn’t really discussed any of this yet. Sure, in a perfect world, he’d have her moved in a heartbeat. But…

This wasn’t one of Gwen’s books. This was real life with all its concerns and problems and perception. He had a feeling her parents would blow a gasket if she announced she was up and leaving for Rapid City. No doubt that would put a damper on her enthusiasm. She would make excuses to delay the trip. She would…

He realized what he was doing and tried to shut down that line of thought. Live in the moment, he reminded himself. Live for now.

It was something Tim had drilled into him in the beginning of their relationship. Something Tim was so good at. It was one of the reasons Jack loved him so much, that he could do that.

“Don’t pressure her, Tim,” he said. It’d probably just been an idle thought on her part. No reason for Tim to go all pouncy puppy on her, badgering her for a commitment she no doubt had no desire to give.

“No pressure,” Tim said lightly, “but I can give you a bunch of reasons why living here is a great idea.” He waggled his eyebrows at her. “First and foremost is ease of logistical research.” As he said that, Jack watched Tim’s hand slip beneath the water. Presumably between Gwen’s legs, because she moaned a little, closed her eyes, and slid down lower on the seat.

Jack fought to not roll his eyes. Tim might be head over heels for her, but now that he’d started down that track, he’d have no end of bad luck trying to derail him into a serious discussion.

He felt his cock harden as she softly moaned again. Fuck it. He couldn’t concentrate with her sitting there being well molested by Tim.

And truth be told, he’d rather help molest her than think about an iffy future with her.

Gwen spread her legs to give Tim’s fingers better access to her pussy. What the hell was it about these two guys that they could totally melt her the way they did? Not only in bed—or in the hot tub, as the case might be—but out of it as well. Touring the area had been a blast and didn’t last long enough for her liking. Both men were smart, fun to talk to, and had a lot of knowledge of the area. Even Jack came out of his shell.

She would love to move here. Could she do it? She could always sell her house. But that wouldn’t help Liam out. Maybe he would move with her—

Tim’s finger found her clit and started rubbing it, cutting off further thoughts. The two men were about to do delicious things to her body again, and she didn’t want anything to distract her from that.

Jack moved closer and zeroed in on her earlobe, nibbling in just the way that drove her mad. “How’s it feel to have two guys after you,” he rumbled in her ear.

“Uh-huh!”

He delicately traced the shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue. “We’re going to fuck you really good tonight, baby. We’re going to wear you flat out.”

He tipped her chin toward him and captured her mouth. Tim’s other hand started playing with one of her nipples as he continued teasing her clit. Between the warm water and hot sensations, it didn’t take long for the first orgasm to hit her.

Jack cradled her body against his, kissing her. She wished he’d never let her go. She’d never felt so safe as she did with them.

Stop thinking that! They wouldn’t really want her, would they?

After she recovered, they went up to the bedroom where the men were more than ready for their turn. This time, it was Jack’s body she straddled, impaling herself on his hard cock while Tim grabbed the lube and slowly started loosening her tight ass.

Although after the past few days with the two men, it wasn’t nearly as tight as it had been. She’d never felt anything as amazing as having both men inside her and coming at the same time. It made her feel sexy, powerful.

Tim’s cock slowly pierced her tight hole, working his way inch by inch into her as Jack held her ass cheeks apart for him. She lay on Jack’s chest and moaned, her eyes closed, listening to his heart race beneath her ear.

She could easily do this for the rest of her life.

Once Tim’s cock was completely seated inside her, the men prompted her to sit up. Tim’s talented fingers once again focused on her throbbing clit as Jack reached up and played with her nipples.

“Open your eyes and look at me, baby,” Jack softly commanded.

She did, seeing nothing but desire in the dark brown depths. It didn’t take Tim long to bring her to another shattering orgasm, considering how sensitive her clit still was from the first one. It felt so incredible feeling her muscles clamping down on their cocks, the pleasant burn of both men buried deep inside her.

“That’s it, baby,” Jack cooed. She wanted the men to fuck her, hard and fast, but they resisted, forcing her to let go and relax. Tim made her come twice more before they allowed her to beg them into really fucking her.

“What do you say, Tim?” Jack asked. “Think she’s ready?”

Tim snickered. “More than.” The men started moving together, soon settling into a rhythm her body matched and mirrored. It set yet another orgasm off and she cried out, nearly sobbing at the intensity of the sensations rolling through her.

How would she ever go back to “regular” sex with one guy after this?

Tim’s hands gripped her hips as he fucked her ass. “You want it harder, baby?”

“Yes, please!” she gasped.

He grunted a little with each thrust, the slap of skin against skin filling the room as she smelled her own sex and their desire. She braced herself against Jack as he thrust up into her. Gwen knew no matter what, she’d never regret this, with them. This was too perfect, too right.

Too good.

Jack came first, setting Tim off. Both men cried out as they came, losing their rhythm as their strokes slowed and stilled with their cocks throbbing inside her.

Trying to catch her breath, she collapsed on top of Jack. His skin felt damp from sweat, and she closed her eyes, trying to absorb every second, every sensation, to never lose it from her memory.

Tim slowly withdrew. Jack gently grabbed her hips and eased himself out of her. They cleaned up and trashed the condoms before curling back up in bed with her. Tim spooned with her, his now limp cock nestled pleasantly against the seam of her ass. She rested her head on Jack’s arm, his other draped over her waist.

Like that, she fell asleep wondering if a South Dakota winter was any worse than an Ohio one.

Sunday morning, they were awakened at seven a.m. by a knock on the door. “Sis? You awake?”

Gwen bolted upright at Liam’s tired tone. She scrambled off the bed, over Tim, making him yelp in surprise as she accidentally caught him in the stomach with her elbow. “Sorry!” she apologized as she grabbed Jack’s robe. She raced for the door as she was wrapping the robe around her.

Liam stood in the hallway, looking like he’d just woken up. He held his cell phone. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

He held up his phone. “Mom just called and left a voice mail. She’s heading over to the house to see if I wanted to go to church with her. Since she didn’t get me on the phone, she said she’s coming by.”

“Crap!”

“Uh-huh.” They’d stalled their mother with an elaborate series of lies. They’d gone out with friends. They’d been out walking. They’d taken a trip to the mall with Ruthie and Bob.

They were running out of excuses.

“How do you want to handle this one?” she asked him.

“As much as you aren’t going to like this,” he said, “by telling her the truth, that we’re in Rapid City looking for Amy.”

She leaned against the wall and groaned. Tim and Jack appeared in the doorway. “Everything okay?” Jack asked.

“Yeah,” Gwen said. “Just parental problems.”

“And we’ve got plenty of those to spare,” Liam added.

“Do you want me to call her?” Gwen asked.

“No, I’ll do the dirty work,” he said. “But I wanted to get our story straight.” He dialed, and Gwen heard it when their mom picked up almost immediately. She couldn’t make out everything her mother said, but suspected what she was saying.

“Mom,” Liam said, “don’t go by the house…No, I’m not hurting, I’m fi—No, listen, what I’m try—”

He closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose, and took a deep breath as their mom rambled for a moment.

“Mom, listen to me, would you? We’re not at the house. We’re in Rapid City, looking for Amy…I’m fine, Mom, would you please listen to me?…No, don’t you dare call Gee and yell at her, she’s standing right here…Mom, would you…Mom…MOM!” he screamed the last one and Gwen heard silence descend on the other end of the line.

Liam took a deep breath. “Mom,” he said in the tone that Gwen knew meant he was struggling not to blow his top, “listen to me. For the last time, I volunteered to come out here. Gwen came out here first, then I followed to help her. She didn’t ‘drag’ me out here. We haven’t found Amy yet, but we have a friend out here who’s a police detective and he’s helping us look for her…No, we do not need you out here…No, we don’t think she’s dead. For chrissake, would you listen to yourself babble?”

He took another deep breath. “Mom, I’m sorry, but we think Amy might be upset about something and just wants some alone time, okay? Once we find her, we’ll let you know. Please, don’t keep calling and bugging us, okay? When we know something, we will call you and let you know. Love you, and good-bye.” He hung up. Before he could shut his phone off, it rang again. He sent it straight to voice mail before turning his phone off.

“You’d better turn yours off, too, or you won’t get a moment’s peace.” Before Gwen could even step toward the kitchen, where her purse and phone lay on the counter, her phone also started ringing.

She sent the call—their mother—straight to voice mail and then turned it off.

“Well, since we’re all up already,” Tim said, “let’s get some breakfast.”

Tim cooked breakfast with Gwen’s help. After they all got showers and dressed, Tim and Jack took them out to the Badlands, to the drivable loop off I-90. Gwen loved the prairie dog town and the incredible rock formations. They headed back toward Rapid City, stopping in the tourist town of Wall to have lunch at the famous Wall Drug lunch counter.

By the time they returned to Rapid City late that afternoon, Gwen had barely spared a thought for Amy. She loved her and was concerned about her, but her sister was a grown-up and capable of thinking for herself. If she wanted to stay missing, fine.

It meant more time for Gwen with Tim and Jack.

They stopped by a grocery store before heading home to grill burgers on the back deck. Tim would leave for California the next morning. The depth of the pang that hit her soul at the thought of him leaving surprised her.

It was amazing how easy it was being with the men. She didn’t feel the slightest bit self-conscious going out with them in public, holding hands with them both, walking between them.

It felt right.

Going back to Ohio, even though her life was there, did not feel right.

She dismissed the thought and tried to focus on the here and now. And right here and now, she felt happier than she could ever remember being in her life.