For makeup she settled on the minimum to help her enhance her natural beauty. She found too much cosmetics made her look like a doll from some of those nasty horror flicks. The last thing she needed was for her men to see her as a serial killer doll. She had just finished the last coat of lipstick when someone knocked on her door.
“Coming.” She pushed her curls up and rearranged her breasts in the dress. She slipped on the black stiletto heels. A moan of pleasure broke through her lips. They felt so good. They had to be expensive shoes.
She opened the door. Roy was stood wearing a pair of jeans and checkered shirt. His arms bulged, and warmth spread through her. He looked so good.
“Wow,” he said.
Cassidy smiled and placed a hand on her hip. “What are you looking at, cowboy?”
“I don’t think we should allow you out of this house.”
“In your dreams. Your lady wants to go dancing, and you will oblige her,” she said, forcing him to walk backward. “Go ahead, touch me.” Before he had chance to respond, she grabbed his hands and put them on her body. She put them over her tits, down to her waist, and then passed her hips until she finished with his hands on her butt. He squeezed her ass, pulling her close.
“You smell so fucking good.” He went to her neck, inhaled and then nibbled on her collarbone. She couldn’t help but giggle.
“Are you going to show me downstairs to the rest of my dates?” she asked.
“We’re going to spend the night being rock hard. You don’t play fair, Cassidy.”
She pushed him up against the wall. She cupped his rigid erection through his jeans. “I don’t play fair. You may not be able to see my hard-on but I’m soaking wet at the thought of what each of you could do to me.”
“Are you dripping wet right now, baby?” he asked.
“Soaking.”
He moaned. He grabbed her hips and thrust against her.
“Come on. We’ve got to go dancing.” He took her hand and led her downstairs. Scott, Gary, Jesse, and Michael each had the same problem. They were practically jumping over themselves to get to her. She felt powerful at the way they were treating her. She used to think her body was repulsive with her excess weight. Her thoughts toward her body were changing.
* * * *
Michael couldn’t believe how amazing she looked. The red of her dress didn’t clash with her hair, and her body looked so damn good. He wanted to order her to stay home so he could fuck her on every flat surface. Most of his days were spent daydreaming about what he was going to do to her when he finally got her naked. His thoughts were filled with images of not only himself but of the other men in her life. He wanted to see her with the Walkers as much as he wanted to see her by herself.
He grabbed his keys. “Shall we go dancing?”
She moved over to him, tucked her arm between his. “I’m all yours, Sheriff.”
Maybe he would get her to come down to the station in a dress with no panties and fuck her. He had so many fantasies of Cassidy which he hoped to one day play out.
He took her out to his truck. Jesse joined them, getting in behind her. “Gary, Scott, and Roy are driving down in the other truck.”
Michael started his truck, went into gear, and drove out of the driveway. He travelled along the dirt road until he saw the local dancing bar in the distance. The lights were aglow, and a crowd of people were already outside the place. “Looks like another busy Friday night.”
“Are you sure you should be out dancing, Michael? What happens if a fight breaks out?” Jesse asked.
“I’m never off duty. If a fight breaks out, then I’ll have to deal with it, but whoever stops me from having my night with Cassidy better be fucking warned.” He pulled up at the back of the parking lot. He didn’t want to be trapped in if they decided to leave early. Couples were making out on the hoods of their cars. Women were screaming and laughing, and the men were drinking hard.
“I didn’t think it would be this busy,” she said.
“It’s Friday, and this heat drives people crazy. Be happy they aren’t butt-ass naked and going at it like rabbits.” Michael cut the engine and stared at the bar in front. The last time he’d been inside, he had been arrested for starting a fight. “Come on. Let’s go and dance.”
Gary pulled up behind him. Michael waited for all of them to join before they made their way into the bar. The heat hit him in the face the moment the door closed behind him. There was a live band at the front, and the place was completely filled.
“There are way more out-of-towners here than locals,” Gary said.
“If you guys want to go—” Cassidy said.
“No. We just want you to be clear that with more nonlocals than locals, things could get a little rough,” Michael told her.
“No problem. Oh, look. There’s Claire, Shane, and Liam. Come on.” She pulled away and walked toward the other three. Claire was kissing Liam while Shane caressed her leg. They broke apart the moment Cassidy sat down.
“Can we sit with you?” she asked.
Claire burst out laughing. “You’ve already made yourself at home. Besides, I knew you’d be here tonight, and we thought we’d save you a seat.”
Michael nodded at the two men. Scott and Roy grabbed a few more chairs, and they all crowded the small dining table.
“I’m going to go and get drinks,” Shane said.
“I’ll come with you,” Gary spoke up.
Michael looked around the room, his instincts on high alert. So many people in one place, and he knew the risk was high for trouble.
“Relax,” Cassidy said.
“I’m trying.”
“Then dance with me.” She stood up, and they all moved for her to get out. “This will help you to relax.”
The song changed from a slow number to a fast, upbeat summer tune. Michael spun her round and pulled her back again. She giggled and danced down his front. He contained a moan of pleasure as she came back up his body. In no time, his attention was on her and not on the crowd of people in the bar. When the song ended and a new one began, Michael swept her up into the dance. He loved the way her body moved against him. Gary came and took over. Cassidy refused to leave the dance floor, and so Gary was the one made to dance. He went back to the table as Shane, Claire, and Liam got up to dance. The place grew busier as the night wore on. Eventually, Jesse encouraged her back to the table to drink her beer. She sat down on Roy’s lap and took a generous swig from the bottle.
“This is so much fun,” she said.
“Not as good as watching you move,” Michael and Gary both said in unison.
Smiling, she finished her drink off. “I’ve got to go to the ladies’ room.”
They all stood up. “No. I can use the bathroom on my own. I don’t need any babysitters.”
Michael watched her go.
“She’s really something else,” he said.
“I can’t wait to get her home,” Scott said. They all agreed with him. Michael took a swig of his beer. Cassidy was lost to the crowds. He wanted to do so much to her body. He wondered how far Cassidy would let him go.
Cassidy had never had so much fun before in her life. She walked to the ladies’ room on cloud nine. For once in her life she had men who wanted her for more than sex. She knew they wanted sex with her, but it felt so much more than that. There was a line of women for the ladies’ room. She stood waiting, not even bothering to listen to the gossip. Her legs ached from all the dancing, but feeling her men around her made everything worth the few aches she got. The line went down quickly, and she used the bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror and cleaned her makeup. A few of the women were waiting, glaring at her. Cassidy ignored them, smacked her lips, and walked out. She bumped into someone who caught her from falling back.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“No. That’s okay. I wasn’t watching where I was going,” the man said. She recognized the voice. Frowning, she looked up at Luke. Her old boyfriend. The one who got his ass kicked for breaking her heart.
“Luke?”
“Cassidy. You look nice,” he said.
She touched her hair self-consciously. He’d always had a problem with her red hair. In fact, as she thought back, he’d never liked a single thing about her. Her weight, her eye and hair color were always a problem.
If she’d been so repulsive to him, why had he even dated her?
“What are you doing here?” she asked. The last thing she’d heard was he had skipped town.
“I moved back to town. I’m treating my wife to a night out.”
“You’re married?”
“Yes. Three years now. I’ve got a little boy as well. He’s the cutest thing ever.” Cassidy couldn’t believe it when he pulled out his wallet and began to show her a picture of his little angel.
She stared down at the photo and couldn’t help but smile at the picture. A chubby-cheeked young boy stared back at her. “He’s so cute.”
“I know. He’s the best thing that has ever happened to me. How are you, Cassidy?”
“I’m fine. I’m with the Walkers now.”
At the mention of her men, he paled. “I wanted to apologize for the way I treated you. Becoming a father has not only opened my world but opened my eyes to how I was. I’m sorry.”
She wished she could tell him to go and fuck himself but suddenly, the pain he caused her no longer meant anything to her.
A pair of hands wrapped around her waist. She gazed up to see Jesse glaring at Luke.
“What are you doing here, Luke?”
A blonde came out of the bathroom, the one who’d been glaring at her. She put her hand through Luke’s arm.
“What’s going on, Luke?” she asked.
“Melody, I’d like you to meet, Jesse Walker and Cassidy Jocks. This is my wife, Melody.”
Jesse tightened his grip, offering her support. She turned and smiled up at him.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Melody. Come on, Cassidy. The others are waiting for us,” Jesse said.
She smiled at the woman and Luke, then followed Jesse through the crowds of people. Shane, Liam, and Claire were saying their good-byes by the time they got to the table.
“You’re leaving?” Cassidy asked.
“It’s getting busier, and home seems pretty good right now. I’ve got two handsome men who want to keep me entertained.” Claire hugged her. “I’ll see you in the week.”
Cassidy sat between Scott and Gary, staring out at the dance floor. Couples littered the floor, all of them in a state of arousal. She saw the way they touched, their bodies fusing together and becoming one.
Her heart rate picked up as Scott and Gary caressed the inside of her leg. Up and down, up and down. Their fingers ignited her flesh and made her burn. Her nipples tightened to painful points as her pussy moistened. They knew what they were doing, and Roy, Michael, and Jesse sat and watched her get hotter with every touch.
She needed to gain some control. Cassidy took a long drink of her beer and then stood up.
“Come on. I want to dance with all of you.” She took Scott and Gary’s hands, leading them onto the floor. She looked behind her to make sure the other three were following. They were.
Other dancers moved out of the way to make room for all of her men. They surrounded her with their warmth and love. She could feel the power of their feelings deep down to the very core of her soul.
They touched her, and she didn’t know who touched or where. They were all touching her, and that was the only thing she cared about. She loved these five men more than anything else in her life. They meant the world to her.
When she saw Luke, she’d known her feelings for him had been pathetic compared to the way she felt about the five men around her. She knew she shouldn’t be feeling this way for five men, but she did. Life was too short and painful to not learn to love the people who love you back.
In the city their relationship may have been something to be ashamed of but in Long Mead, their relationship would be accepted without fear.
Cassidy felt the heat of the dance, the exotic pulse of the music. Everywhere she turned, her men surrounded her. All the other people inside the bar no longer mattered. The only people she saw were the men who wanted to possess her. They were all so different but shared the same passion, their need for her. Michael held her hips, moving her against his crotch. She felt the hard length of his cock pressing against her butt. Gary, Scott, Roy, and Jesse took turns dancing in front of her. All four of them were as hard as Michael. The heat in the room increased. Wetness pooled inside her, spilling out of her. She was so turned-on. Friday had taken too long to get to. She wanted all five of them with a desperate need that scared and excited her.
“You feel good,” Michael whispered against her ear. He kissed her neck. The pleasure shooting straight to her nipples and clit.
She moaned. “Take me home.”
Her five men stopped in front of her. “What?” They all looked doubtful at her words.
“Take me home and make love to me. All of you. Fuck me, love, and take care of me.” They made their way off the dance floor and were out at the truck in a matter of seconds. She rode with Michael and Scott while the other three travelled in Gary’s truck.