Acres, Natalie - Sex Club [Cowboy Sex 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (42 page)

“She followed Ansley and a few guys to a field close to Clink. I don’t know the details. Brock didn’t have time to—”

“Brock? What does he have to do with this? I assumed he was with you. The warden mentioned you were out of town.”

“Brock was there, Mitch,” Trixie said.

“Did he—”

“No, no,” Rory replied. “It’s nothing like that. I’m pretty sure he was sticking close to Ansley in hopes of intercepting Jordie Anne if she showed her face, but I’m not entirely clear on the circumstances surrounding Jordie Anne’s death.”

Mitch cleared his throat. “Well, thank you for calling.”

“Mitch, are you all right?”

“Trixie, I can’t talk to you right now. I’m sorry. I’ll be in touch soon. Okay?”

He still had that same gentle tone when he spoke to her, the compassion between them forever lingering, always there. “I love you, Mitch.”

“I know, Trixie,” he whispered, his broken voice nearly her undoing. “But it’s always good to hear you say it.”

“Take care, buddy,” Rory said. “We’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah, okay.”

The line went dead, and Trixie’s tears came. Rory placed his hand over hers.

“He’s destroyed.”

“No, Trixie. He’s hurting, but he isn’t ruined.”

Swallowing, Trixie’s mouth dried as she tried to translate his meaning. “What do you mean? He loved her! You know he’s in pain.”

“No,” Rory said, shaking his head. “He’s free.”

“Why would you say such a thing?”

“It’s true,” Rory said, studying their clasped hands. “Trixie, Brock and I have always suspected he stayed with Jordie Anne because he felt like he owed her that much. Mitch was the one who introduced her to Ketamine. Even when everyone around her brought her addiction to Mitch’s attention, he refused to face the truth.

“I saw him with Jordie Anne. I watched him with you. He never loved her like he loved you. Not even close. I believe in my heart that he knew he would have to serve time, and rather than hold on to what we all had with you, he chose to let you go, hoping you’d be happy with us, realizing he couldn’t be a part of your life anyway.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“So you’re not happy with us?”

She frowned. “Very funny.”

“I’m trying to lighten the mood.”

“It’s not the time,” she grumbled. “Mitch is sad. He will grieve, and no one will be there to comfort him. He’ll cry, Rory, and I won’t be there to wipe away his tears!”

Rory bowed his head. Tracing the outline of a placemat, he said, “I hate that. I do.”

“I do, too,” she said softly. “Is something else bothering you?”

“No,” he replied. “I’m just a little blue. I’ve always known this day would come. Jordie Anne was a strong, vibrant woman, but I feared one day the madness would drive her to suicide. The craziness would inspire her to take her own life. What happened tonight just saved her the trouble.

“If you’d known her, Trixie, you’d understand. She had a lot to offer the world, and in a blink of an eye, her days were numbered. The clock started ticking. Her mind was lost, and as much as she tried to regain what she once had, there was no way. The drug took over, and she was never able to find sanity again.”

“So sad,” Trixie whispered.

“Yes, but for Mitch? I think this is his second chance.”

She hoped so. Mitch Colony deserved another try at a better life, and whether his life included them or not, she wanted him to be happy. And she wanted him to be loved.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Ansley hadn’t died and gone to the afterlife. She was experiencing heaven on earth.

Gripping her legs as he held them wide, Graham feasted on her pussy. His tongue unraveled inside her vagina as he lapped at her juices. He fluttered and flickered, teasing her as he devoured her cunt like he’d forgotten to eat his supper.

Finally, his tongue rested inside her walls, and even though he remained buried inside her channel, a sharp sense of abandon swept over her. She ground against him, pumping her hips forward as fast as she could in an effort to provoke him into action again.

Graham smacked her pussy and rose over her. “Not yet, Ansley.”

“Yes, now!” she exclaimed, reaching for her clit.

Graham took her hand in his. Lifting her fingertips to his lips, he said, “Be still, honey. We want to make love to you nice and slow. There’s no urgency here.”

Stilling under Graham’s tender touch, Ansley breathed easier as a refreshing calm washed over her. He was right. She’d been in such a hurry since their good loving started that she’d rushed from one satisfying fling to another delicious liaison. She hadn’t stopped to appreciate what she’d enjoyed and with whom.

The last few days were mind-boggling—the sex, the shared mutual feelings, and the way all four men nurtured and loved her. Their time together was just too much to process. She tried to grab hold of every second, fearing if she paused for longer than a moment, they’d vanish. She’d awaken from a dream and realize none of these fantastical hours were real.

“There we go,” Graham murmured, his voice soothing her. He stroked her locks away from her forehead and searched her eyes. “Relax, pretty. You’ll enjoy every minute if you’ll just let us take the lead.”

“Okay,” she agreed, caressing his cheek.

“You look so sweet and pure,” Elliott told her. Yet there he was with his cock hanging at her lips, wanting anything but a hesitant approach from an inexperienced lover. He fisted his dick as he inched his size closer to her parted lips, and in response, her mouth moistened.

She was beginning to think she wouldn’t need extensive submissive training. She was eager and responsive whenever one of her men flashed a little skin or showed off his erection.

“Tell me something,” Graham said, stopping Elliott’s pursuits. “How in the hell can you look at a sexy vixen like Ansley and see true innocence?”

“The man has a point,” Ansley said, dragging her tongue across the tiny slit in the middle of Elliott’s cockhead. “When a woman has a dick in her cheek, she doesn’t want her lover using terms that could easily be associated with incompetence. Ya know?” She gripped Elliott’s dick and pampered the crest, rolling her tongue around the engorged flesh.

Striking against the roof of her mouth, Elliott thrust forward, but he didn’t sink all the way inside her mouth. Ansley grinned around his shape, understanding what he was trying to do.

Elliott perhaps wanted to maintain some element of command. In order to stay in charge, he needed to keep his cock in check. Once his dick pounded against the back of her throat, he’d lose his release if she sucked him to the base and tightened her lips around his pulsing shaft.

Ansley could almost taste his savory spill. She was a gal who enjoyed drinking in a man’s release. If she was invested in someone, and she’d always loved Graham and Elliott, she wanted them to become a part of her as much as she needed to feel she’d forever be a part of them. Sipping at the discreet opening, she slanted her tongue over the small indention, lapping hungrily at Elliott’s tip while fingering his balls.

“Damn you’re good, babe,” Elliott crooned. “You’re a pro. I’ll give you that.”

Graham shook his head. “You always say the wrong fuckin’ thing.”

“Get busy pleasing our lady,” Elliott remarked, winking at her. “Ansley interprets what I say the right way, don’t you, babe?”

“Most of the time,” she replied, looping her tongue around Elliott’s crest.

Her body tingled as Graham spread her intimate lips with four fingers and then lapped at her with a lover’s hunger, his insatiable greed. He stuck his fluttering tongue inside her, fucking her softly as he lavished her with oral attention and ate her pussy like a well-trained man should.

A smile spread her occupied lips into a bow shape. If Tristan were there, she’d probably make the comment rather than keeping her thoughts to herself. He’d have a fit if he so much as suspected her of considering one of her men as anything more than a dominant party. Calling one of them out as a well-trained man would earn her a spanking for sure.

In the past twenty-four hours, she’d begun to realize Tristan had her pegged. Since the four of them had enjoyed her, she’d become more and more willing to claim the role of a submissive, practically craving domination as she fully accepted the facts. With the right men, submission was a beautiful thing. With a trustworthy Dom, a woman could submit, and it didn’t matter if she’d never considered the role with past partners.

Ansley stared up at Elliott, teasing him with her eyes. Sucking him, she played with the loose skin above his sac. Under Graham’s oral affections, she twisted and turned, writhing as his tongue split through her folds, stirring through her moist channel as her orgasm inched closer but still remained beyond her reach.

“Hold still,” Graham said, blowing air into the heart of her pussy before packing his tongue inside her again.

As Graham drove her to the brink of orgasm, she worked harder, bobbing her head up and down as she consumed Elliott’s hard, pulsing penis. She longed for a full shot of Elliott’s cum, to feel his balls gently swaying at her chin as he pounded against her throat.

“There you go,” Elliott rasped, screwing his cock inside her mouth. “You know what I like.”

She gave him the best of her efforts. She licked and sucked, teased him with her tongue, fucked him with her mouth. “That’s right, baby. Oh yes, you look so sweet.”

She’d show him sweet.

Rising to the tip, she decided now was as good a time as any to teach him a lesson about word association. She didn’t want a man to call her “sweet.” Oh no, at certain times, she wanted her men to gape at her in astonishment and think of nothing more than raunchy adult entertainment.

And that’s all.

She longed to have them corrupt her, use her, and fuck the daylights out of her. Then, they could pamper and spoil her, caress and cherish her like a Dom should, like Tristan later would.

Ansley soon realized this lovemaking session was bittersweet. The night marked the beginning of a new era and the end of an older one. Her love for Graham and Elliott had deepened, and her feelings had changed for the better. There was more passion, spoken love, and tenderness she’d never expected from the two of them.

While she appreciated their attention, she also felt a small void. She missed Bailey and Tristan. She was concerned about them.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Graham asked.

She stopped her pursuits and nuzzled Elliott. “I’m fine. Really.”

“They’ll be okay,” Graham assured her. “Bailey and Tristan will be back here before you know it.”

Searching his eyes, she tried to see if she could detect jealousy or bitterness. Satisfied when she didn’t notice any negative warning signs, she said, “You know what? You’re right.”

“I generally am,” he teased, kissing her mound and sliding between her open legs once more.

Playfully, she stuck her middle finger between her lips and moistened the digit. She kept her gaze pinned to Elliott’s. He arched a brow. “What are you doing there, Ansley?”

“I’m teaching you a lesson,” she said, kissing his cockhead.

Graham glanced upward. His fingers raked softly through her folds and her hips shot off the bed. She wanted more from Graham, needed something extra special to heighten their experience and lead them deeper into the night.