Their Juicy Woman

Most women or girls in town did. That didn’t mean anything.

Parker stood in front of her, and she watched as he removed his gloves. “Did you like it?”

“The kiss?” she asked.

“Yes, the kiss.”

She smiled. “Yes, I did.”

“Good.”

Before she could figure out what was going on, she entered another twilight zone as Parker slammed his lips down on hers. His kiss was a little more demanding than Shawn’s. She didn’t push him away even though she knew she should. There’s no way for her to be kissing two men, not like this.

Two brothers, in fact.

Still, her nipples were hard and her pussy wet. She was desperate for more. Her virgin body needed their touch and wanted them more than anything else. Parker didn’t sink his hands into her hair. He cupped her face, tilting her head back, holding her as he kissed her. The way he ravished her mouth made her want more. She dropped the bag and tongs and held onto his arms, needing the kiss.

All too soon, he stopped. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”

Before she could say anything else, he was once again leaving her as someone called him for something.

What the hell is happening?

Two men had kissed her, leaving their mark on her lips, and yet none of it made sense to her. Well, it did make sense, but she didn’t want to overthink it.

Was this because she shared their house?

No. She’d never seen any of the Smith brothers randomly kissing women. In fact, she couldn’t recall a moment she’d ever seen them kiss a woman, not even Shawn. He’d never told her about kissing anyone, not that she’d ever asked.

When Parker didn’t come back, she continued to pick up trash, and when her job was done, she made her way toward Casey’s truck. He was waiting for her with his arms folded.

“Have I done something wrong?” she asked.

“Nope.” He crooked his finger at her, beckoning her to come closer.

She rolled her eyes, but moved toward him, smiling as she did. “What’s up?”

“My brothers have both kissed you.”

“I’m not going to—”

Casey silenced her with his lips, and all protest left her as he held her tightly. His kiss was gentle and yet firm. His hold tight as he turned her so that her back was against the truck. He moved so that her leg was over his hip, bringing his cock close to her pussy.

She was on fire, needing his dick so hard it was shocking her with just how dirty she needed it.

His lips trailed down to her neck, and he sucked on the pulse right there.

“You have no idea how badly I want to be inside you right now.”

She licked her swollen lips, getting a sense of exactly what he wanted.

She wanted it, too.

What was wrong with her?

First with Shawn.

Then with Parker.

Now with Casey.

It was one thing to fantasize about it. Quite another to actually be doing it.

“You smell so good.”

“Casey, I don’t know what to do,” she said. She didn’t want to tear the brothers apart.

He took hold of her hands. “I’m going to drive us home, and I want you to relax. Parker and Shawn are waiting for us, but I want you to trust me. Can you do that?”

“Of course.”

She trusted him and his two brothers more than anything in the world.

“Good.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. “Jump in, Pop. Everything will become clear soon.”

It was already really late, and even though there was still a lot going on at the fairground, it was time to go home.

****

Casey had been surprised when Shawn texted him to let him know what had happened. Then of course when Parker did the same, he knew the time had come that they’d need to talk to Poppy, to let her know what they hoped.

He’d seen her desire, felt it with the way she rubbed her sweet pussy against his leg. Her own desires were scaring her, and he didn’t like that. Putting on some music, he drove back to his ranch with the window rolled down, giving them both some breeze.

His cock was so fucking hard that it was threatening to push out of his jeans. Ignoring his own need, he focused on the road ahead and left Poppy to deal with her own thoughts.

She hadn’t screamed at him or called herself names, which he considered a good thing.

When he pulled up in the driveway, she climbed out and made her way inside. Locking up the truck, he followed her in. The kitchen was bare, and he found her with Shawn and Parker in the sitting room.

Moving toward his chair, he took a seat, and he watched as Poppy lowered herself to the floor, resting her back against the wall. She’d always sat on the floor, rarely taking a chair. She loved to sprawl out, even when watching a movie. He found it to be the cutest thing.