Love Under Two Jessops (7 page)

His voice echoed in the cab of his twenty-year-old Chevy half-ton pickup. Beside him on the seat, his partly drunk bottle of whiskey sat snuggled up next to his nine millimeter, same as always.

A man never knew when he’d need another drink, or when he’d need to shoot something.

Uncapping the bottle, he took a long drink. The whiskey burned going down, a lovely kind of burn that helped make everything just a little bit numb. Not a lot numb, just a little, which was all he really needed anymore.

As he set the bottle back on the seat, the fingers of his right hand brushed the cold metal of the gun.

Some things, over time, became a part of a man. For some men, those things were hearth and home, and family.

For others, it was booze and guns.

Life was all a crapshoot, really, and there wasn’t a whole hell of a lot a man could do about which destiny he ended up with. Oh, he might have started out life full of idealism, determined to succeed, to make his mark. But in the end, it was all a twisted kind of joke.

Two men, side by side, working their asses off, pulling twelve- to sixteen-hour days, working the land, never backing up, never backing down, always doing what was right—and one succeeds, while the other ends up with fucking
nothing
.

Less than nothing, really, when everyone he ever gave a good Goddamn about deserted him. It just wasn’t
right
.

No, it wasn’t right, but it sure as hell was life. It was his life.

He turned the key in the ignition, and grunted when his old truck started, faithful as ever.

This truck and his gun were all that was left of the life he’d had before, of the man he’d been before. He shifted the vehicle into drive, crept forward, and then stopped so that the “for sale” sign was framed perfectly by the open passenger side window of his truck.

Without conscious thought he picked up his nine millimeter, aimed, and fired. The hole in the sign was substantial, right through the middle of the words, “ideal family home.”

If there was any justice in the world, that fucking sign would have had the good grace to burst into fucking flames and turn to ash.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Those timeless words echoed in his mind and Bill Porter nodded. “Yeah. That’s something to think about, now isn’t it?” He eased his truck back onto the road and reached for his bottle.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

He had a lot of thinking to do.

* * * *

“I think I’m paralyzed.”

Eyes closed, Chloe wondered that she could even manage that much of a sentence. Her heart pounded in her chest as if she’d run a marathon. On top of her, one giant teddy bear of a gorgeous man rested with his head cradled in the dent of her shoulder, struggling to breathe.

Clearly Grant was holding his weight off her because she had no problem breathing herself. Her arms had fallen to the bed, but her legs were still around his hips, and she wasn’t altogether certain she could feel her toes.

“Me, too. Worth it.”

Grant’s words tickled her shoulder and her sense of humor.

“That good, huh? You look totally wrecked, brother.” Andrew ran his fingers up and down Chloe’s left arm.

“Fucking A.” Grant sighed and then groaned and rubbed his chest against her breasts, a kind of relishing gesture that absurdly melted her heart.

Andrew kissed the side of her face, and she smiled and then turned her head toward him, eyes still closed. She felt his nearness, and lifted her mouth just slightly, angled toward where she guessed he waited. He kissed her, as she knew he would, and the taste of him pulled her in deep.

His tongue stroked hers, his lips sucked at her mouth. Andrew’s kiss was hot and wet and wonderful. But way too short, because just moments later he lifted his lips from hers.

“You too tired for me, there, Chloe-doe?”

She made a sound, one she’d never produced before. She guessed he got her message because she
felt
his smile. Just in case she was imagining that, she sent a stern command to her left arm.

Hallelujah, she could move, after all! Chloe fisted Andrew’s incredibly silky hair and tugged him closer. Opening her eyes at last, she met his gaze and felt herself melt a little bit more. No one except this man and his brother had ever looked at her as if she was the center of the universe. “I will never be too tired for you, fireman. And if I am, why you just go on right ahead and have yourself a little party anyway, and don’t take the snores I may articulate as a critique of any kind.”

“Jesus, woman.” Grant laughed silently, and his laughter jiggled her and the bed, and, she wouldn’t be surprised to learn, the whole damn house.

Grant levered himself up and met her gaze. She turned her head and gave him a smile that she knew looked so wide and so damn happy—because that was how she felt right then.

She felt happy, and free, and ready for damn near anything.

“Thank you, baby girl,” Grant placed a sweet kiss on her lips. Then he eased away from her. His cock was at half mast already as he pulled out of her and she wondered then if she was woman enough to ride these two cowboy-firefighters until she’d ridden them dry. She nearly snickered with the thought that she now understood that expression, “rode hard and put up wet.”

Chloe didn’t get much time to ponder the situation, though, for Grant no sooner moved away from the bed than Andrew reached for her. He lifted her—something he seemed to do with exquisite ease—and laid her upon his chest.

“Why hello there, my Chloe. Fancy meeting you here.”

Chloe grinned at him. She folded her arms on his chest and kept her gaze locked on his as she spread her legs and wiggled her hips.

She hadn’t thought about it until just then, but the sensation of latex brushing against her pussy reassured her that he had, indeed, protected her. She wiggled a bit more and damn if her labia didn’t wrap around his cock so that he was pressed completely against her wet slit and the base of her clit.

“You getting comfortable there, Miss Chloe? Maybe you want to torture me some more.”

“If she’s being naughty, you can always spank her.” Grant returned from the bathroom. He stretched out on the bed, lay on his right side, and gave her that enigmatic look he was so very good at.

She’d heard some talk among a few of the women here in town about the way some of their men played with them. She figured that since a few of her new female friends seemed to get all breathless and glassy-eyed talking about their spankings, it might be something to look into experiencing at some point.

But she could see no reason whatsoever to let either of these men know right at this moment that the idea appealed to her.

“Her nipples just drilled into my chest and her cunt gushed against my cock. Gee, Grant, I think our Chloe wants to play master and naughty little slave girl.”

Good God Almighty, but his talk is getting me hotter and wetter by the minute
. “In your dreams, baby,” Chloe said.

“Chloe-doe, you have
no
idea how you’ve starred in my dreams these last couple of months.” He ran his hands down her back and cupped the globes of her ass. He stroked his fingers up and down softly between her ass cheeks. “Now why don’t you make some of those dreams come true?” Andrew’s tone of voice changed, sounding as commanding as his brother’s ever did.

The combination of the two—the touch and the words—shivered down her spine.

“Sit up, love, and take my cock inside your hot little cunt. You know that song, ‘Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)’? I think you should do what you can for our equine friends. Ride me, Chloe-doe.” He flexed his cock against the length of her slit, teasing her clit. The heat of him just there made her nearly whimper out loud. It felt so damn good and brought her superbly close to coming.

Chloe moved, pushing up from his chest so that she straightened into a sitting position, still straddling him. He clamped his hands on her waist and lifted her. Keeping her gaze locked with his, she reached down with her right hand, grasped his cock, and placed it right where she needed it. Then,
yes
, he lowered her so that she slid down, impaling herself on him completely.

Chloe closed her eyes in response to the salacious sensation of Andrew’s hot, thick cock sliding inside her cunt. His cock felt at least as big as his brother’s.
Maybe I’ll lay them side by side and compare.

Just then Andrew slid his hands from her waist upward to cup her breasts, and her thoughts completely disintegrated. She raised her arms, not so much in celebration as in jubilation. The twin stimulations of a hot cockhead nudging her cervix and agile male fingers pulling and pinching her nipples as she rose and fell on him sent spirals of pure erotic bliss cascading through her.

“You feel so good inside me.” She opened her eyes and looked down. Andrew’s expression was one of rapt absorption. Eyes glazed, nostrils flared, he wore all the signs of a man supremely aroused.

Beside her, Grant moved. He gained his knees, and then sidled closer. His focus was on where his brother’s cock disappeared inside her cunt. “Damn, that’s a pretty sight.”

Chloe looked down, and watched as she began to ride Andrew in earnest, as she began to rise and fall more aggressively, undulating her hips, as she began to really fuck him. Andrew’s hands helped, the way they cupped her breasts. They moved together, just the two of them, and yet Grant being right there, right beside them was a part of it, a part of the whole that made her feel sexy and alive, and so damn hot. She let her gaze take in the men, both of whom were watching her fuck one of them. She’d never have guessed that would turn her on the way it did.

Grant fisted his own cock and gave it a couple of thorough strokes. “I want you to suck my cock while my brother fucks you, Chloe.”

Just thinking about tasting him made Chloe’s mouth water.

“Yeah.” Andrew sighed, an I’m-so-horny kind of sigh. “That would be so fucking perfect. I want to see you with your mouth full of Grant’s cock, Chloe-doe.”

Chloe hadn’t slept around, but she’d had a few lovers since coming of age. She’d sucked a lover’s cock before, but only once. It had seemed odd to her that one cock would appeal to her that way and another wouldn’t.

The craving that swirled in her now to taste these men eclipsed anything she’d ever experienced. A gnawing hunger grew in her.

“Do it, Chloe. Suck me off.”

No other thinking was required. They came together as if they’d practiced this particular dance step a hundred times before. Grant moved in closer and she bent to him.

Another time she might tease with her tongue, but this time there was none of that. She opened her lips and sucked his cock right in, taking him deep.

Grant’s hiss of pleasure as he exhaled through his teeth, and the way his cock seemed to swell even larger and harder than it had been told her all she had to know about whether or not she was doing it right.

She was no expert, but she figured some things were pretty hard to mess up.

Chloe let go every thought and just immersed herself in the moment. She gave and she took, and she didn’t even worry that she might lose her balance.

The men would keep her safe.

She ran her tongue up and down the shaft of Grant’s cock, sucking lightly and swallowing the slightly salty, definitely addicting flavor of his perspiration and his pre-cum.

All the while, Andrew helped her to ride him, and she showed her appreciation by squeezing his cock with her inner muscles.

Her own arousal banked and became a nice, sweet hum of yummy that just felt so damn wonderful. No demand, no frantic need to race, just thorough pleasure in taking care of the sexual needs of two men at the same time.

Here was something she’d never felt before, and something that instinctively she knew she’d been searching for, this deep feminine satisfaction of giving pleasure. How had she known it existed, this combination of emotions that was part sexual, but mostly just the return on giving love?

“God Almighty, woman, your mouth is fucking fantastic.” Grant groaned then moved a bit closer to her and seemed to brace himself. She felt his fingers comb her hair. Both palms gripped her head and she knew he was nearing his orgasm.

She placed one hand on Andrew’s chest and used the other to cup Grant’s balls and give him a very gentle, rhythmic squeeze.

“I’m close. If you don’t want to get a mouthful, baby, let go now.”

Let go? Not likely
. Chloe doubled down and began to really suck on him.
Maybe I can suck the cum right out of him.

“Jesus!” Grant began to thrust into her mouth and Chloe relaxed her lips, forming a ring around his cock and letting him control the action. “Damn, yes, just like! Oh, Lord!” Grant’s words sounded more like a bear’s growl than actual words.

His cock quivered, his balls heated and seemed to contract, and then she felt the first stream of his ejaculation hit the back of her throat. She swallowed, drinking him as his groan turned to a cry that sounded nearly painful, but which she knew wasn’t painful in the least.