Double Infiltration (The Sinful 7 of Delite, Texas 4)

“Well it doesn’t anymore,” Matt added as he opened the front door to let them in.

She could smell the scent of freshly cut wood and see the men moving around, hammering nails and adding decorative molding around the trim of the room. The smell of fresh paint lingered in the air as well as spackle.

The entrance to the staircase was encased in plastic.

“How are you feeling, sweetie?” Matt asked as he caressed her cheek. She closed her eyes and smiled softly to him.

“We’re glad you’re back. You’ll be able to rest, too. That’s why the bottom half of the house is closed off. Once we finish the living room, we’ll be out of here and in the next few days the guys will complete the wraparound porch.”

“Thanks, man.” Richie shook Matt’s hand then pulled him in to hug and slap him on the back in a manly show of affection. Juliet smiled. These were good men, and their bond of friendship was strong, just like her and the other Dixie Chix.

* * * *

A week later she was feeling much stronger, and she even visited the dance hall. Everyone had welcomed her and made her feel like she was finally part of a family and planting some roots permanently. She was relieved to finally have the fear of Pierce and Robert finding her and taking her away no longer valid. She was still feeling timid and a bit skittish, but that was to be expected after the series of events. During her time alone with Carl and Richie, she shared more about her life and what she had witnessed. They were understanding and empathetic as they reminded her that it all was in the past and that she didn’t have to fear any demons or memories anymore. This was a new beginning for her and for them.

She was back at Richie and Carl’s place taking a hot bath when the door slowly opened. Both Carl and Richie walked in wearing only boxers and sporting those fine, luscious military bodies she missed and adored. They had yet to make love to her, their concerns for her injuries taking precedence over their own dire needs. And dire they were. She had caught Carl masturbating in the shower, and despite her suggestion that she could accommodate him, he refused, stating that they wouldn’t risk hurting her. They both gave their spiel about them being large men and with her being so petite they didn’t want to hurt her. She was becoming frustrated because she needed their large, strong bodies surrounding her. She loved feeling tiny between them then getting lost in their lovemaking.

She stared at them as she finished her bath.

“Hey, baby, how are you feeling?” Carl asked. She rolled her eyes. Every day, every twenty minutes they asked her how she was feeling. At first she replied, “Like shit,” but now she wanted to tell them, “Miserable and horny, can’t either of you do something about it?”

“I need something really badly, and if I don’t have it soon, then I’m leaving your house,” she whispered in her very rough, sexy voice. It was the only benefit to her injury. She sounded like some phone sex operator, and she knew it drove both men insane.

She could see their cocks practically tear open the small fabric on their boxers. She gave a sad smile as she stood up. Their eyes followed the direction of the soap suds as they traveled down her throat and over her very taut nipples directly toward the path between her legs. She had shaved herself bare for them and added special Japanese cherry blossom oil to the water. It was a fragrance they loved.

Carl licked his lips, and Richie reached for the big burgundy fluffy towel.

“You look edible.” Richie wrapped her in the towel then began to dry her off as he carried her out of the room.

Carl joined them in the bedroom as he walked next to her side and caressed her cheek.

He leaned down to kiss her skin as he closed his eyes and simultaneously undid the hair clip. She felt her hair flow from confinement and sway downward.

“You smell so good,” Carl whispered.

Richie laid her down on the bed and used the towel to finish drying her off.

He went to cover up her body, and it pissed her off. She needed to take matters into her own hands.

She threw back the towel and held Richie’s gaze as she slid her fingertips down the front of her breasts, over her perky nipples, down the valley past her belly to her pussy.

“Fuck, baby, we don’t want to hurt you.” Richie pressed a knee onto one side of the bed and held her knee. She opened wider and inserted her finger up into her pussy. Carl grabbed ahold of her other knee and knelt with one leg on the bed.

In and out she pumped her finger, tilted her head back, and moaned.

“I want you both…now,” she whispered in that sexy, deep voice that made her feel like a goddess.

Richie leaned down and licked his tongue across her nipple. She continued to finger-fuck her own pussy until Carl pulled her finger from her cunt and replaced it with his mouth.

She gasped as she felt Carl’s tongue lick and suck her clit then plunge between her lips. She was so horny, so in need of cock it was driving her insane. She grabbed Carl’s head and pressed him harder against her.

“Please, Carl. Please, Richie, I need you both inside me now. I want it now.”

Richie pulled his mouth from her nipple and smiled down at her. “We

want you, too.” He covered her mouth and made love to it, devouring her soft moans as Carl pulled his mouth from her pussy.

“Turn her over,” Carl ordered, and her heart hammered inside of her chest. Richie rolled to his back and took Juliet with him. In a flash she was impaled on his long, thick cock as she yelled hoarsely and gasped to catch her breath. Up and down he pounded his hips as he clenched his teeth and gripped her waist. She needed this. Oh God, did she need this.