the very first time.
“Seth!”
He withdrew an inch and then gave her one or two more. He backed out and thrust forward. Working his cock from side to side, he tried to make her first time as satisfying as possible.
Her body went rigid. Her hole flexed. He then throttled her with uneven strokes.
“Pain will lead to incredible pleasure, baby.” Beck appeared on the opposite side of the table. Taking her hand in his, he knelt in front of her. Brushing fallen locks away from her face, he glanced over her back and nodded.
With Beck there to reassure her, Seth wasn’t about to throw away his chance to throw down some easy loving. He wormed his way inside her passage, taking her body an inch at a time before he stepped up his game with a deep-thrusting rhythm.
“Easy, brother,” Beck said, using his fist to prop up her chin. Smothering her lips with a ravenous kiss, Beck made her comfortable and her entire body relaxed.
Seth went rigid. His balls were much heavier then. It was all he could do to hang on.
He mashed his palms against her round bottom, spreading her as he entered her. He then watched his cock disappear inside her and he gave her a claiming fuck, pounding her with broken beats.
She pulled free of Beck’s kiss and rose to her elbows. Peering over her back, she hissed. “This better be good for you because you’re killing me here.”
“I’ll stop.” He held completely still, wondering if he could in fact, pull out.
“No you won’t,” she snapped. “You’ll fuck me like you’ll never have the opportunity again because if you don’t, you won’t.”
A quick exchange between Beck and Lindsey drove Beck to his feet. He butted his hip against the table and laced their fingers together. He then guided Lindsey’s hand under her body.
Lifting her up, Seth smiled at the sight. She thrust two fingers inside her wet channel. The sounds of sex filled the air.
Seth screwed his cock inside her, locking his shaft deep inside her rear passage and holding out for that one ideal moment when everything became a blur. The road to pleasure opened up in front of him and with a breathless sigh, numerous trembles, and bodies slapping together, it was a sign of satisfying pleasure, outright success.
They’d enjoyed one hell of a good time.
Chapter Seven
Later that evening, Lindsey curled up in their guestroom bed all alone. After the sex was behind them, they’d acted all weird. Perhaps they’d thought she might ask them to stay. Maybe they believed she wanted them to hang around.
Even though she’d benefited from their company, she wasn’t up for cuddling and spooning. She needed time to heal. She needed time to think.
The only thing she wanted was time alone.
Pleasantly sore, she tiptoed to the window and sat on the seat with her back against the wall. Dragging an afghan from a nearby shelf, she tossed it over her lap and stared out at the grounds below. The farm in the distance—her farm—was clearly visible thanks to a full moon, a moon which was as much a curse to her as it was a blessing to the Stallard brothers.
If someone tried to break in over at her place, they would inevitably discover what it meant to stare down the wrong end of a shotgun. She scoffed at that, thinking Seth and Beck had always been such bad boys with attitude.
They took pleasure in bringing down the house of cards when they thought they were standing on the right side of the law and someone else was standing on the other. According to Seth, they’d always been rebels with a cause, the kind of fellows who knew what they were fighting for.
At this point, they sure understood what was at stake, and she appreciated their loyalty, their friendship. Beyond friendship, however, she didn’t know how she felt.
She would’ve been lying to herself if she tried to pretend that she hadn’t expected to land in a Stallard bed. She’d often thought about this sort of rambunctious night. She’d imagined the two of them loving her, caring for her, and doing whatever necessary to make her feel more like a woman and less like their young neighbor.
The Stallards were brilliant men, too. In business, they were profitable. In love, they were lucky. Or maybe it wasn’t love exactly. One thing for certain, the gals in town sure knew their names.
She raked her fingers through her long hair and watched for movement. After a hot round of mind-blowing sex, she’d taken a long bubble bath and joined the Stallards downstairs for a beer. After strained small talk, they kissed her good night and Seth had carried her back upstairs. After she was tucked in and he was apparently satisfied she wouldn’t leave the bed again, he left her alone.
Realizing she needed to check in with her father’s sister, she dialed her aunt. Back in the day, Aunt Lisa had been quite the man’s lady, a real goodtime girl from what her mother had once told her.
“Well it’s about time you called,” Aunt Lisa said. “Where are ya, hon?”
“Take a guess.”