Brent stared back, daring Joe to go any further.
Joe took the dare. “How much longer are you planning on holding out?”
That was a damn good question, in light of how hard his cock had just grown. He’d
been putting Joe off for a long time. Too long, probably. One of these days, the man
was going to get tired of waiting and either take off or take what he wanted.
The ragged pounding in his ears told Brent his blood pressure was spiking, and he
had to clench his jaw to keep from swallowing the saliva that pooled under his tongue.
“We didn’t come here to talk about that,” he said carefully. “We came here to talk
about the bunkmate situation.”
Joe looked at him steadily for a minute and then gave a slow smile that made Brent’s
heart beat even faster. If his expression was anything to go by, Joe definitely wouldn’t
be taking off when he got tired of waiting.
“Whatever you say, boss,” Joe told him, leaning his head back against the worn wooden
booth.
Brent’s tension eased a little. Confrontation averted, at least for the moment. “Haven’t
you hooked up with someone here before?” he asked. “A redhead, Tracy or Stacy something,
right? Why don’t you give her a call.”
Joe grimaced. “Stacy, and I already thought of that, but she got herself hitched a
few months ago and is about to become a mama. That’s why she’s not working here anymore.”
“Go figure.”
“That’s what I said.”
Chelsea appeared beside their table. “Pizza will be out in about ten, guys,” she said,
depositing their drinks.
After she walked off, Joe continued, “I don’t think it would have helped anyway. I
got laid in back Benton and still went to bed that night with a damn hard-on knowing
AJ was sleeping two feet away.”
Tossing back his own shot, Brent waited for the burn to subside into a pleasant tingle
before sighing. “It’s that bad?”
“Hell yes. She smells too damn good, even when she hasn’t been spanking the monkey.”
Brent froze with the beer halfway to his lips and stared at him. “How do you know?”
Joe raised a disbelieving brow. “You’re telling me you can’t smell it when a woman’s
been masturbating in your room?”
“I don’t think one ever has,” Brent admitted, taking a pull from his bottle while
Joe tossed back the Jack. Sure, he’d gotten a nose full of plenty of rooms that reeked
of sex in his day, but he was more inclined to indulge away from his own digs. The
idea that AJ spent her alone time in his RV reading dirty books and playing with herself
had his cock straining at his zipper again.
“Count yourself lucky,” Joe said, grimacing at the after-burn. He took a swig of
his beer and Brent felt an insane urge to lick the trace of gleaming foam from his
moustache. “She usually does it while you and I are gone for the evening, and when
I get back, I have to lie there all night torturing myself with visions of her pumping
her fingers in that sweet-smelling little cunt.”
Well now there was a distracting image. Brent tried to hold back a grin, but it came
anyway. AJ was an interesting mass of contradictions. Her body was tall and angular,
strong and capable, and yet she somehow managed to come across as fragile. She kept
her blonde hair cropped close to her head, but that only emphasized the feminine vulnerability
of her long, slender neck. She maintained a careful distance from the rest of the
crew, and yet her pretty blue eyes watched Joe and him with a hunger that was all
too apparent, at least to them.
Maybe AJ should be the exception to his no-fucking-the-hire-hands policy. She obviously
craved sex but was too levelheaded to shit in her own nest by screwing around with
the other hands. She was a lot like him in that respect. And it was becoming apparent
Joe wouldn’t settle down until he’d had her. Brent knew all too well that once the
stubborn bastard got it in his head to fuck someone, he found a way to do it. It hadn’t
happened to
him
yet, but he had the gnawing suspicion it was only a matter of time.
“I’m getting a very bad idea,” he murmured.
“Oh yeah?”
“If she reads Mandy’s books, she’s probably got some pretty heavy-duty fantasies.”
Joe stared at him for a minute, then his moustache started twitching. “We’re good
at fulfilling fantasies.”
“Yes, we are.” In fact, they did such a good job fulfilling fantasies that Brent’s
cousin Hake and his hot little farm wife Mandy invited them back for a repeat performance
every year when they passed through town on their way back to Kansas. Unfortunately,
it would be at least six weeks before they started making their way south again and
Joe didn’t seem inclined to wait that long for an extended bout of no-holds-barred
fucking.
Now that he really thought about it, a three-way arrangement might be just what the
doctor ordered for both them and AJ. It would relieve all of their most pressing carnal
needs without risking the messy emotional entanglements that came with one-on-one
sex.
“So how do you bring up something like that to a girl like her?” he asked.
“Maybe Mandy would send us a letter of reference.”
Brent grinned. “Or Hake.”
“Or Hake,” Joe acknowledged with a gleam in his eye. “Or we could just hand her a
copy of
Carnal Deliverance
and say, ‘This is us. Interested?’”
“Smooth but a little sleazy.”
“Okay, then we’ll just have to ask her straight out, I guess. The worst she can do
is slap our faces and tell us to fuck off.”
“Or hit the road.” Brent frowned. “She’d probably be too uncomfortable to stay on
after a proposition like that.”
“It might be for the best if we can’t work something out.”
“Best for who? She needs the money and we can’t afford to lose a good hand.” He shook
his head. “No, we can’t let her walk away. We’ll just have to make sure she wants
what we want.”
When their waitress walked by again, he flagged her down with a grin. “Can we get
that pizza to go?”
* * * * *
AJ scowled as the clatter of Brent Andersen’s diesel engine died away.
Damn, damn, damn!
There went her primary source of evening entertainment. Reading erotic books with
Joe and Brent in the room was the most reckless thing she’d ever done, and she looked
forward to it more than just about anything in her life at the moment. Their presence
ratcheted up the titillation factor of even the tamest book exponentially, and every
sentence she read was a walk on the razor’s edge between fear and perverse anticipation.
What would they do if she betrayed herself by blushing or breathing heavily, or even
having an orgasm?
Which of course she wouldn’t because she was too disciplined for that. But it was
amusing—not to mention both appalling and arousing—to imagine.
And really, it wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility that she could accidentally
come from pressing her thighs together. More than once since she’d moved in with them,
she’d woken having an orgasm and lain there in horrified stillness until Joe’s snores
reassured her that she hadn’t cried out.
Now that they knew what kind of books she enjoyed, she’d never be able to read around
them again for fear they’d ferret out even more of her secrets.
AJ rolled her eyes. Like Brent and Joe would even care about her secrets.
After staring at the same page for twenty minutes, she finally gave up and shut down
her laptop. Might as well save the last three chapters of Amanda Garrity’s
Carnal Vengeance
for a night when she wasn’t so distracted and get on with her other favorite forbidden
entertainment while she still had the camper to herself. She stood up and stretched,
and then turned off the TV. Ordinarily she’d leave it on as cover, but tonight the
wind had picked up enough that no one walking by the camper would hear her if she
accidentally cried out.
Stepping into the cramped bunkroom she shared with Joe Remke, she checked to make
sure the blinds were closed tight before stripping out of her sweatshirt, jeans and
underwear. The socks stayed on—it was too damn cold in here already.
Then she opened Joe’s cupboard with trembling hands and pulled one of his dirty tee
shirts from the mesh laundry hamper at the bottom. Holding it to her nose, she sucked
in a deep breath and just about had an orgasm. Detergent, sweat, soil, grease… It
was a real man’s shirt, and wearing it was about as close as she was likely to get
to having a real man against her breasts, much less between her legs, anytime soon.
“You’ve got to stop doing this,” she muttered. But she wouldn’t and she knew it, especially
now that it was the only shameful thrill left to her.
She pulled the navy tee over her head and, biting her lip, turned to look at herself
in the mirror over her dresser.
Oh, yeah.
Joe was a large, powerful man and his shirt swallowed her. She looked small and almost…delicate
in it.
Reaching into her underwear drawer, she pulled her vibrator from its hiding place
inside a pair of thick knee socks. She really shouldn’t be doing this in a camper
she shared with two men—but then sharing a camper with these two particular men was
exactly why she needed to do it. They were big and gorgeous and sexy, and she was
apparently hitting her sexual prime with a vengeance.
Talk about rotten timing. Dammit, why hadn’t Brent put her in with Seth and Tim? Those
two were just like the steers she used to work on her daddy’s farm, young and stupid
enough to hump just about anything, whether it moved or not. She wouldn’t have been
the least bit tempted by either of them.
AJ sighed again. Unfortunately, she actually had a pretty good idea of why Brent had
stuck her in with them. They thought they hid it pretty well, and the farming community
being what it was, she didn’t blame them for trying. They even slept in separate rooms
and obviously had even before she arrived on the scene.
But she’d seen the way they looked at each other when no one else was around. Brent
Andersen and Joe Remke were gay, and it was all she could do not to cry at the thought
of it. Not that either of them would ever have given her a second look even if they
were straight, but God, what a loss for womankind. What an absolute freaking waste.
She lived for the nights they went out alone, presumably to take care of their needs
in complete privacy—it gave her the time and privacy to take care of her own urgent
needs.
Swallowing, she stacked her pillows at the head of her bed and lay back, splaying
her knees open. The cool air whistling in around the window felt good on her pussy,
which was still shamefully overheated and wet. Living with Joe and Brent had certainly
changed her in just a few short months. She still didn’t understand why the fear of
discovery was such a turn-on for some people, but these days she could relate all
too well.
A big gust of wind buffeted the camper and she froze with the head of the dildo hovering
over her pussy. After listening to make sure that was all it was, she spread her already
slick lips with her fingers and slid the pink jelly shaft in deep. Adjusting it so
the clit attachment hit her where it was supposed to, she turned it on and let the
vibration do its work. Her clit began to tingle and she sighed, pulling Joe’s shirt
up under her chin to expose her breasts. There wasn’t much to them, but it felt good
to run her fingers over her nipples, to twist and pinch them and pretend it was Joe
and Brent sucking on her.
AJ was so hungry for it, that first orgasm rolled over her within seconds. She gasped
and stiffened as her insides contracted around the shaft in painful pleasure, forcing
it out onto the mattress.
Leaving one hand to play with her breasts, she reached down and replaced the dildo,
knowing she had at least three or four more good ones coming. She worked it slowly
in and out while visions of Brent and Joe played in her head. The idea of watching
them go at it was enough to drive her wild. She could easily see Joe bending Brent
over the foot of the big bed in the master bedroom and sliding his heavy cock into
Brent’s lean, muscular ass.
Even more titillating was the vision of Joe driving his cock into
her
, though she’d rather have it someplace besides her ass. She might eat up the double-penetration
scenes in Amanda Garrity’s books, and God knew the idea of being sandwiched between
two strong men like Brent and Joe set her heartbeat skittering every which way, but
she couldn’t see ever being comfortable with anal. It was just too masculine, too
harsh and earthy—like having sex in the blinding fluorescent light of a men’s locker
room rather than the romantic soft-focus of a candlelit retreat.
Which was why most of her personal fantasies centered on the ménage scenes where the
woman took one man in her mouth while another slid into her pussy. Her favorite scenario
was being trapped in a dark, isolated cabin with Joe and Brent while a raging snowstorm
howled outside. She’d be on her hands and knees between them, safe and warm in front
of a crackling fire, with Brent fucking her mouth while Joe held her hips and pounded
her pussy into oblivion. Afterward they’d all collapse together in a pile of handmade
quilts and sip hot chocolate while they whispered sweet nothings in each other’s ears.
Then they’d do it all again.
Okay, so maybe it was a little—or a lot—far-fetched, but a girl could dream, couldn’t
she?
Another wind gust rocked the camper and she moaned, imagining it was them returning
early. What would Joe do if he walked in here and found her?
Roll his eyes and tell her to get a life, no doubt.
But the fantasy of him rushing to her side, yanking the dildo out, and drawling “Here,
baby, let me show you how a real live man fucks” right before he jumped her was just
too delicious to resist.
“Ooooh, please!” she moaned.
AJ shoved the dildo in deeper and held it against her cervix, tugging on one nipple
while the hard vibration against her clit sent her over the edge into an orgasm that
was longer and stronger than the first one.