Mill Creek Menage 1-3: BBW Menage Romance Box Set Page 9

  Just as a new throb of need and heat echoed through her body, Dave stepped in front of her. Naked and stunning. Chiseled chest and abs. Jaw locked tight. Angie dropped her gaze and tried not to gasp. Hung like a fireman.

  She reached out and wrapped her fingers around his rigid shaft.

  He shivered. “You’re not wasting any time.”

  “You didn’t either. I didn’t even get a chance to shut the door.”

  Dave shrugged and reached for her, tugging her body close and pulling her away from Rich. “What can I say? It was my turn to get a taste.”

  Angie’s mouth fell open and Dave slid closer. Body pressed against body, her hand still stroking his cock as the bulbous tip poked her belly. Damn. She wanted them both. Filling her up. Taking her over the edge again.

  Dave reached up to brush her hair off her face, but she pushed him back. With one hand on his shoulder, she guided him to the bed. The back of his legs hit the mattress and she smiled. “Sit down. It’s my turn.”

  “Angie, you don’t—”

  “No back talk. I’m not just some china doll to be taken care of.” She pushed Dave’s shoulder again and he eased down on the bed. “That’s better.”

  Nudging his legs apart, Angie leaned over and stroked the inside of his thighs. His leg jumped and she grinned. The pair of them had taken control twice and taken her right over the edge into oblivion. Now she needed more.

  With gentle strokes, Angie ran her fingers up Dave’s thighs to his straining erection. His cock twitched as she wrapped her fingers around the veined shaft and he groaned as she slid her hand down and up. Mmm. Yes.

  She stroked his velvet skin, snaking down to fondle his balls. The heavy sac rolled in her palm and Angie leaned closer to lick and lap at his spongy head. Every scrape of her fingers and graze of her tongue turned her on. Her clit throbbed and she squeezed her thighs together to relieve the ache.

  If only…The sound of foil tearing behind her caught her ear. Craning her neck, she watched Rich roll a condom down the length of his thick shaft. Oh my.

  In the moment with Dave, she’d forgotten. Two men were naked and ready for her. Not one. A fresh wave of desire shot through her body and she spread her legs in invitation.

  Rich stepped up and his hands cupped her ass. Stroking, caressing, he dipped his fingers down between her legs and into her slick, empty channel.

  His fingers pumped in and out and Angie pressed back against him while she licked Dave’s shaft. If Rich didn’t fuck her soon, she’d have to beg. It wasn’t beneath her. Not when her body was already there—clenching and throbbing—desperate to be filled.

  “You are so beautiful, Angie.”

  Rich’s words filled her ears as he took her by the hips. Yes! One thrust and he was giving her what she wanted. Stretching, filling, sinking balls-deep. His hips hit hers and she slid down Dave’s shaft with a muffled moan.

  Oh, God. Rich pulled back and Angie slid up Dave’s shaft. Rich thrust, and she slid farther down, taking more and more. Dave’s cock filled her mouth and bumped the back of her throat. Rich’s huge body enveloped her from behind. Massive thighs braced against her, strong hands holding her up. Cock buried to the hilt.

  This was so much more. What she’d always been missing.

  Dave’s fingers wove through her hair and she flattened her tongue, relaxed her jaw. With two men directing her movements and controlling her body, she didn’t have to worry. React. Only be. Free to moan and whimper and lose herself in the freedom of their heat. The moment.

  Rich groaned behind her and picked up speed. His thighs slick with her desire slapped against her ass as he fucked her. Saliva dribbled down her chin. She’d never been so alive.

  With a final thrust, Rich cried out behind her. His fingers dug into her hips and he came. He wrapped his oversized body around her and hugged her as she let Dave go.

  “Oh, Angie. I—” Rich’s voice faltered and he stepped back.

  The loss of him inside her brought her ache and need rushing back. She turned around in his embrace. “Please tell me there’re more condoms in whatever magic place you hid them.”

  Rich grinned. “You mean my pocket? Yeah. There are.”

  He slipped the spent condom off and fished a new shiny package from his jeans. It landed on the bed next to Dave. “Don’t get too carried away without me.”

  Dave picked it up and smiled. “Better hurry, then.” He ripped the package open and sheathed his cock as Rich disappeared into the bathroom.

  “Come here, Angie.”

  “Yes, sir.” She laughed and stepped up to him, about to straddle his legs, when he stopped her still.

  “No. Not that way. Turn around.”

  She frowned but complied, turning around so her ass was almost in his face.

  “That’s it.” Dave took her by the hips, just like Rich had done, guiding her back and down. The bulbous head of his cock pressed against her entrance and she moaned. Oh, yes.

  He pulled her down and—oh!—a wave of pleasure washed over her and she closed her eyes. His cock stroked all the right places. Dave’s arms wrapped around her and she spread her legs, leaning back to take him deeper. He rolled his hips and she groaned.

  “Hey, I said to wait.” Rich’s voice shocked her. He’d come back without a sound to kneel between her legs.

  “Sorry, man. I couldn’t help it.” Dave’s chuckle vibrated against her back and Angie squirmed. So close already.

  “Then let’s not waste any more time, hmm?” Rich’s eyes flashed and he leaned in. He took Angie’s legs in his thick hands and pushed them up as Dave released her and laid down on the mattress. “That’s it. Now fuck her, Dave. Hard.”

  Angie’s eyes widened as Dave thrust up from below. Oh! Again and again he bucked his hips, and all Angie could do was quiver. Rich held her by the legs and she couldn’t move. “Rich, I—”

  “You what?”

  “I—I need—”

  “This?” He dug his fingers into her skin and leaned over.

  His tongue flicked her clit and she cried out. Oh my God. With every thrust of Dave’s cock deeper inside her, Rich licked her swollen clit. Rolling the nub around in its fleshy hood, lapping up her juices as they coated Dave’s cock.

  She reached for him, grabbing ahold of Rich’s long hair as he circled her clit and Dave’s cock and brought her barreling toward the best orgasm of her life. It hit her like a freight train. Devastating and fast. Her body clenched into a vise and Dave groaned out beneath her.

  His release dragged her orgasm on, the surge of his seed into the condom wrenching another wave of pleasure from her sweat-soaked body. At last, Dave relaxed and Rich pulled up onto this knees. She sagged against him and he stood up.

  Arms wrapped around her limp body and she was weightless. Sheets wrapped around her and she was in her bed. She threw an arm over Rich. “Don’t leave. I want you both to stay.”

  Rich’s voice was thick and raspy in her ear. “We’d never think of leaving.” His hand slid up her hips and she snuggled against his warm body.

  Dave eased under the covers on the other side. “There’s nowhere else we’d rather be.” He kissed her forehead and tucked her other hand against his chest.

  As Angie drifted off, she smiled. The best sex of her life and she’d only had to fall through fire to have it.

  EPILOGUE

  SIX MONTHS LATER

  “Here’s to us.” Rich raised his glass and Angie joined him with a smile.

  “To us.”

  She took a sip and nudged Dave’s leg under the table. I can’t believe it’s been six months.”

  “Is that good or bad?”

  “It’s great. But you didn’t need to bring me back here. You know fancy restaurants aren’t my thing.”

  Rich shrugged. “Last time we were here, it wasn’t exactly the best date. We wanted a do-over.”

  Angie smiled wider. The last few months had flown by. Spending her shifts at the fire station. Her off days
wrapped up in the arms of Mill Creek’s hottest firefighters.

  Her idea of a good time used to be a pint of ice cream and made-for-TV movie. Now it was a king-sized bed and phones on silent. Angie’s life had gone from lonely and mediocre to full and intense and she couldn’t be happier.

  Rich tucked his hair behind his ear and Angie crossed her legs. The way her two men looked tonight—dress shirts and pants and fancy shoes—she couldn’t wait to get home and tear it all off.

  “Hey, isn’t that Steve?” Dave’s question jolted Angie out of her own thoughts. She hoped he was wrong. The last time she’d seen him, it hadn’t gone well.

  “Where?”

  “Over there, at the table on the wall.”

  Angie followed Dave’s nod and frowned. No one was seated over there. The only person around was a waiter. Oh. “Does he work here?”

  “He did lose his job.”

  “He deserved it.” Rich set his beer down with a clank and crossed his arms.

  After the fire, Steve had done his best to antagonize Angie. Coming onto her all the time. Putting down her skills. She’d tried to keep it quiet, but Rich wouldn’t listen. When he’d walked in on Steve boxing her into a corner, they’d all gone to the chief. Sat down and had an awkward conversation laying it all out in the open.

  Angie was convinced she’d be fired. Demoted at least. But the chief didn’t bat an eye about their relationship. Now the harassment? Totally other story. Steve got his notice that day.

  “I hate to see him struggling. I hope he’s okay.”

  Dave sat up in the booth and patted Angie’s leg beneath the table. “We did the right thing. If you hadn’t spoken up, he’d do it to the next woman who came to the station.”

  “I hope the women around here have been warned.”

  At that, Rich chuckled. “I don’t think Marabelle will take any of his crap.”

  Angie thought about the take-no-prisoners owner of the restaurant. “You’re right there. This is probably the best place he could ever work.”

  “Enough talk about, Steve.” Dave turned to Angie and wrapped her hand up in his. “I want to focus on you and me and Rich. What do you say we ditch this place and go have some fun?”

  She cocked her head. “Where?”

  “I’m sure Mr. Johnson won’t mind a midnight swim.”

  CHAPTER ONE

  SINCE WHEN DID crisp October weather come with boob sweat? Ugh. Julie adjusted her pack and used her t-shirt to mop up the sweat dripping…everywhere.

  Agreeing to go on a weekend trip with Conner and Jake seemed perfect at first. A chance to get out of town and away from her boring job? You betcha. But now?

  After hiking for hours with no cabin in sight and the sun dipping low in the horizon? Terrible, horrible. Totally no good. And don’t get her started on food choices. Whoever heard of freeze-dried stew? No one with a love of things edible, that’s for sure.

  She loved to hike—had been coming up into the mountains around Mill Creek since she could walk. But she damn well brought a jar of peanut butter and some bread. If she was burning thousands of calories hiking up the side of a mountain, her best friend Skippy was coming along for the ride. Preferably along with his sidekicks—Mr. Hershey’s, Jet-Puffed, and Honey Graham, too.

  Thank goodness the cabin had some supplies. Otherwise, she’d be turning her plump backside right around and heading back into town.

  As the sun broke through the tree cover and landed on her face, Julie pulled out her water bottle. The only redeeming feature of this trip? The serious eye candy. The hard, sculpted, can’t-wait-to-ride-that man variety.

  Her boyfriend might have been giving her the cold shoulder lately, but Jake still sported six pack abs and a devilish grin. Their coworker Conner? Turned out beneath his work pants and button-up, he was all muscle. The sweet smile didn’t hurt, either.

  Toned, tight bodies. Muscles that flexed and bunched with every step. Mmm. As long as they stayed a few paces ahead, Julie could ogle all afternoon. When she wasn’t too tired to lift her head.

  Damn. Her side cramped and she doubled over. “Wait up, guys. I need a break.”

  Jake’s sigh carried over the wind and Julie rolled her eyes.

  For weeks, he’d been like this. Brooding. Silent. Julie frowned at the trampled-down leaves beneath her feet and gripped her thighs as she heaved. Ever since she’d brought up the thing, it’d been awkward. Uncomfortable. Jake had withdrawn into this huffy, impatient man Julie hardly knew.

  She sucked in a breath and tried to smooth it over. “Sorry, Jake. I know we’re late. I’m just tired.”

  Conner slipped off his pack walked back her way. He leaned over until their faces were level. “You okay, Julie? Want to sit down?”

  She glanced up at Jake and gave him a snotty look. “No. I’m sure Mr. Task-Master would have a fit if we stopped.” Again.

  Conner snorted. “Let him. If you need a break, let’s take one.”

  Julie smiled. She didn’t know Conner well—he worked out in the loading dock breaking down pallets and hoisting boxes all day. The number two behind Jake in receiving. But he always had a smile and something kind to say. Even when Jake was being an ass. “Thanks.”

  “No problem.”

  She unbuckled her pack and he eased it to the ground. Oh, wow. Julie wanted to praise the heavens. A weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Literally.

  “Better?”

  “So much better. I don’t know how you do it.”

  “Backpack?”

  “That and work out on the dock all day. Aren’t you exhausted?”

  Conner shrugged. “Sometimes. But I like it. When I’m throwing stuff around and breaking things down, I don’t think. Just move. The day goes by quick.”

  Julie creased her brow. “Why wouldn’t you want to think?”

  Conner looked at her like it was obvious. “You know, single guy. Mill Creek. It’s not the most happening town.”

  She sipped on her water with a frown. “What about friends? Girlfriend?”

  He muffed up his hair and tried to smile, but it didn’t reach his dark brown eyes. “Everybody’s settled down. Jake’s got you. Brad’s getting married.” Conner stretched his back. “Bruce and Hank have Raven.”

  Julie’d been nodding along. Checking off the list of engaged or married or committed guys. But Bruce and Hank? “The carpenters? I thought they were…you know.”

  Conner raised an eyebrow. “What?”

  Julie motioned with her hands. “Together. The pair of them.”

  Jake snorted. “Don’t let them hear you say that. They’ve got some sharing deal going on. One girlfriend for the two of them.”

  What? She swallowed. Two men. One woman. The thought sent a thrill through Julie’s body. All those hands. Muscles. More. What she’d been dreaming of. She glanced at Jake. “You’re serious?”

  Conner answered for him. “Yeah. Guess it works pretty well for them.”

  Jake shoved his water bottle back in his pack. “You ready or what?”

  Julie glowered, but stayed silent. She’d thought going on this trip would be a way to bond. Get Jake to loosen up. A chance to reconnect. But with a shitty attitude like that, no sense holding her breath. Or thinking about spicing things up.

  She exhaled in a rush. “Yeah. I’m ready. Let’s get this show on the road.”

  Fuckin’ A. Conner glanced up at Jake as he fell into step with Julie. He knew from what little Jake had said lately that things were rough. But being a dickwad? Because he girlfriend was tired? Cold, man. Cold.

  Julie’d been a trooper since the minute the hike started. Never once complaining about the weight of her pack even though Conner knew damn well it was too heavy for her.

  She’d been all smiles and corny jokes in the morning, wiping off the sweat with her shirt sleeves, laughing as he mocked Jake’s scowl.

  But that was hours ago. Now she was tired, achy, and fed up with Jake’s bullshit. And Conner didn’t blame he
r one bit.

  Jake kept up his relentless pace in front of them and Conner slowed. Let him get ahead. He wanted some time alone with Julie. As soon as Jake sped out of earshot, Conner leaned in. “You hangin’ in there?”

  “Hmm?” She glanced up and her blue eyes had him wishing for a whole lot more than a camping trip.

  He could imagine her loose blond curls falling over his face. Her hips straddling his. Her cheeks turning pink as she came. He shook his head. “I know Jake can push it pretty hard.”

  As if she heard his thoughts, her face flushed and she focused on her feet. “It’s ok. I’m fine. I haven’t been hiking in a long time, that’s all.”

  “I thought you and Jake did this sort of thing all the time.”

  “We used to. But when he came to work at the depot…”

  “You stopped.”

  “Yeah. I guess with all that physical labor you guys do all day, Jake’s not into a big hiking trip on his days off.”

  Conner nodded. He knew Jake had it rough. Managing the guys and doing the same job. The man worked fifty hours a week throwing boxes and loading trucks and had to keep everyone in line. “I know how he feels.”

  “But you still get out, right? Jake said you just did some big trip further up into the range, right?”

  Conner grinned. “Ultra-lighting. Just me and a day pack. Four days. Can you believe it?”

  Julie looked up, eyes wide. “No! I can’t handle freeze-dried food for more than one meal. Four days?” She glanced down at her hips. “I’d probably have to buy a whole new wardrobe.”

  Conner followed her gaze. With curves like that, he hoped not. “That’d be a real shame.”

  Her head shot up, but he just grinned and looked away. He didn’t want to break up Jake’s relationship—the guy had been his friend for years. But if Julie wasn’t happy…

  “So how long have you and Jake been fighting?”

  She stiffened. “We’re not fighting.”

  “Seems that way to me.”

  “We just—have a difference of opinion. It’s put a bit of a strain on things, that’s all.”