Sophie Oak: Small Town Siren

“What are you scared of?” A deep crease appeared in Sam’s forehead. He walked up to her and leaned forward. “Honey, we want to take care of you. We don’t want to hurt you.”

Abby felt tears pricking at the edge of her eyes. Everything in her was screaming for that to be true. She wanted them. She craved them.

“You could be lying to me. You could just want to make me look bad.” She was thirty-seven, and she could hear her teenaged self in the statement. She felt just as vulnerable as she had then. She’d spent the last month falling in love with these two disparately different men. Every evening they had spent together over the last month had made her want them more. They came into the diner she worked at almost every day and demanded to sit in her section. She’d fantasized about them sweeping into the diner and carrying her away. Lately, when things went wrong, her first thought was to call Jack. Now that her fantasy seemed to be coming true, she didn’t trust that fate could let them love her back.

Jack’s hands came out and soothingly rubbed the back of her neck. He hadn’t stopped touching her once. “Sweetheart, why would you say something like that? Why would we want to make you look bad?”

“Because the Echols family wants me out of town,” Abby answered. Her heart soared when she saw the complete confusion on their faces. They couldn’t make that up.

“Are you talking about that crazy, old biddy who runs the church socials?” Jack seemed to struggle to place a name with a face. “She always looks at me funny.”

“Ruby.” Sam frowned. “She’s real unpleasant to me. Why would we do anything for her? For that matter, why would she care that you were in town?”

Abby smiled. They really weren’t gay, and they really weren’t working for Ruby Echols. If that was true, then she had to assume they wanted her. It suddenly didn’t matter that they were in a bathroom in a public place. She couldn’t wait to feel their mouths pressed to hers.

“It doesn’t matter. Kiss me.”

“Which one?” Sam asked.

Abby continued to smile, looking from gorgeous man to gorgeous man. “It doesn’t matter, but one of you should kiss me.”

Jack’s eyes never left her face. “Sam, take care of that door. We wouldn’t want anyone walking in.”

Sam cursed and bemoaned his fate, but he walked back and took his previous position.

Jack took Abby’s face in both his hands. “I’m completely crazy about you, Abigail Moore.” He leaned over and finally, after what seemed to Abby like a lifetime of wanting, pressed his mouth to hers.

Abby felt helpless against the onslaught of desire that rocketed through her as Jack took her mouth. He plundered it, his tongue gently forcing its way in and dancing strongly around hers. She held on to his lean waist for dear life as he slanted over her mouth again and again. He poured his will into her, and everything inside her responded. She felt that kiss in her pussy and already she was slick and warm. Jack’s hands reached up and pulled at the band that held up her hair. He set her hair free and pulled back to look at the mane of auburn locks he’d unleashed.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Jack breathed almost reverently as he stroked her hair. In that moment, with Jack’s green eyes looking at her like she was some goddess he was worshipping, Abby felt gorgeous.

“Why don’t we take this home, people?” Sam’s voice was tight. Abby looked back at Sam, and his blue eyes were dark with passion.

He wanted to go home so he could join in, she thought with amazement. He wanted to have his turn. The thought should have turned her off, but all it did was get her hotter.

Jack’s lips turned up in a lazy smile. “You’ll have to forgive Sam, darlin’. He is always so impatient. Always has been.” Jack suddenly lifted her up and set her on the counter. He looked back at his friend with great affection. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve told him that anticipation is the best part?” Jack’s hands were pushing up the skirt of her uniform.

“Anticipation is just damn frustrating, Jack. And I’ve been anticipating for five weeks.” Even from her vantage point, she could see the erection tenting Sam’s jeans.

“Jack? Maybe Sam’s right. People will know something’s going on in here.”

“Hush,” Jack ordered. His tongue traced the shell of her ear. Abby sighed and let her head fall forward against his shoulder. It felt so good she suddenly didn’t care if the whole town knew as long as Jack didn’t stop. His long fingers teased their way into her panties, and she heard a low chuckle come from deep within his chest.

“Oh, Sam is going to love you, darling,” he whispered wickedly in her ear. He gently parted her pussy. His middle finger began to circle her clit.

“Oh, god, Jack,” Abby panted. She couldn’t help it. She pushed back against his hand, wanting to force it lower. She wanted his fingers deep inside her.

“You want to come, Abby?” Jack’s voice was hard and sexy against her ear.

“Yes,” Abby breathed.

“Should I let her come, Sam?”

“I don’t know, Jack,” Sam replied, his voice husky. “She did think we were gay.”

Jack’s fingers moved down and dipped into her soaking wet pussy. Abby cried out. He pushed in one and then two fingers. “I think we’ll have to forgive her for that, Sam. Let’s just make it plain from here on out just how much we want her.” He moved suddenly and with power. Jack lifted her up. Her back was against the wall, and he moved between her thighs.

“Wrap your legs around me, Abigail. Follow my lead. This part is all about you, sweetheart.” Jack pushed against her, placing the hard ridge of his erection right against her clit. “Can you follow my instructions?”

“Yes.” Abby squirmed against his jean-clad erection. There was only his jeans and her cotton panties between them now. He felt so good against her.

“Yes, Jack,” he corrected. “You say my name when I’m fucking you.”

Sam’s face was taut. She could see him plainly over Jack’s shoulder. “Damn it, Jack, you’re killing me here. Finish her off. I want to watch her come.”

“Please, Jack.” Her need was so urgent. She was ready to explode. She could do it if he would rub her clit just once. She was close. “Please, it’s been so long.”

“Then ride me, baby.” He pushed up against her.

Her back jerked up and down. She was caught between the hard wall and an even harder Jack. He kissed her deeply while he stroked her up and down his cock.

“How long has it been, baby?” Jack never broke the rhythm of his thrusting hips.

Jack had been right. There was something sweet about this. They could have been teenagers stealing pleasure. “Four years,” Abby practically cried.

She heard Sam and Jack’s shock, but she wasn’t concerned with that right then. She tightened her legs around Jack. She was so close. It was right there. “Please.”

“Hush now,” Jack ordered. He gently nipped her ear. “I’ll take care of you.” His palms wrapped around the globes of her ass, and he pushed up one last time. His big erection slid over her clit.

Abby sobbed when she came.

She was shaking lightly as she came down from the high. Jack transferred her back to the counter. He kissed her gently. His hands pushed back inside her panties.

“You are so wet, darlin’.” Jack continued to lightly caress her pussy, sending her into spasms as he hit her still sensitive clit. She was boneless against him, and he seemed to revel in it.

“I got the first kiss.” Jack pulled his hand out of her, and she protested the loss. He wasn’t listening. He held his wet fingers out. “You want the first taste?”