Ecstasy in Elk's Crossing (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (7 page)

“Oh, shit!” She recognized Garrett’s voice. “It’s Sheriff O’Donnell with that new deputy he’s been grooming in.”

The words put ice in Katie’s veins. Instantly Aaron pulled her so that she was standing upright, and he freed her arms. Next he removed her blindfold.

To Garrett, Aaron said, “Step outside and stall them. All she needs is thirty seconds.”

Katie looked down, and what she saw made her feel guilty as hell. Her blouse had been ruined. All the buttons had been ripped off in the McGowan haste to bare her breasts. Though her brassiere had been spared the same ruinous barbarity, the cups had been tucked down beneath her breasts. With hands that trembled, Katie adjusted her breasts back into the cups then quickly rolled up the tails of her blouse, and tied them into a knot between her breasts. She had turned her blouse into a midriff-exposing halter, a discordant sartorial choice given that she was wearing a professional businesswoman’s skirt beneath it, with stockings and heels.

“You won’t have to worry much about the McGowan clan,” the sheriff said to his deputy as he walked into the saloon. “They’re on the rowdy side of life, I suppose you could say, but they don’t often cross the line.”

“Good evening, Sheriff,” Aaron said, picking up a damp towel and beginning to wipe the bar. “What brings you here at this time of night?”

Katie did everything she could to smile nonchalantly, but that was impossible when she could feel liquid moving inside her. Two men, both young and very virile, had come inside her. If she remained standing for very long, the evidence of their lust for Katie would become all too visible for everyone to see.

“Time is why I’m here,” the sheriff said.

“I’ll be right back with you,” Katie said as she made a dash to the ladies’ restroom.

She made it to the toilet in time. Expelling the cum, she sighed with relief and wondered just what her life was going to be like if she really did have, all to herself, four lovers.

She cleaned herself, tugged up her stockings and readjusted the elasticized bands at the tops of her thighs, and inspected herself in the mirror. She had no idea where her panties were or who was in possession of them. She’d never liked the midriff-exposing style in the first place, and it looked especially bad now, she decided. Her hypercritical subconscious was coming to the fore but then was tamped down with a vengeance.
Or perhaps I’m just feeling trashy because I’ve already had a couple climaxes, and I might have more before the evening’s over.

Though she was in the restroom only a couple minutes, when she stepped out the saloon was empty except for Sheriff O’Donnell and his deputy.

“Where are the McGowans?” she asked. Alone with these two men, Katie was suddenly edgy, not truly afraid, but very concerned.

“I sent them home,” the sheriff said. “Now listen to me carefully. I’m not going to ticket you this time, but you’ve got to keep a closer eye on the clock. I know you’re new to running the Mountain View Saloon, but that’s not an excuse. Rules are rules, and you’re to follow them, same as everyone else. No new drinks past one o’clock. I’ll be outside in my squad. You’ve got two minutes to turn out the lights, lock up, and drive on back home.”

“Thank you, sir,” Katie said with relief.

Katie watched as the pickup truck’s taillights disappeared down the driveway then onto the highway. Behind the steering wheel was her grandmother, who was nearly giddy with joy at being able to head out for Phoenix so quickly after breaking the news to Katie. Her grandfather made it known that he’d be eternally grateful to his granddaughter for voluntarily taking over the running of the Mountain View Saloon.

It was just nine in the morning, and Katie had several hours before she would turn on the “Come On In!” neon sign at the saloon. And shortly after that, she would no doubt greet all four of the McGowan men, hungry from their labors in the pastures. And hungry for her, too.

The previous evening, when Katie had returned to her grandparents’ home, she let herself into the house, went to her little upstairs room, got out of her clothes, and then took a long, hot shower. Finally, she returned to her bedroom, determined to go immediately to bed.

She did that. What she didn’t do was go to sleep. Not even close.

The moment she closed her eyes, she could see herself in her mind’s eye at the saloon earlier in the evening. There were two mouths, hot and wet, sucking lustily on her breasts, and one mouth sucking on her clit. The combined stimulation was an overload to her senses. And while all that was being done to her, Aaron was kissing her passionately, his tongue dancing with hers, stripping away all of her inhibitions.

Aaron was holding me so tightly, holding my arms behind my back. I didn’t have any choice. They made love to me, one after the next.

But it was a lie to call what she had done “making love,” just as it was a lie that she “didn’t have a choice.” She had her safe word, and Aaron had, to her considerable annoyance, asked her several times if she needed it.

Even if it wasn’t making love, fucking never felt so good.

Very slowly, she pulled up the hem of her unadorned cotton nightgown.

Let’s see if I’m a little sore
.

She caught her lower lip between her teeth and bit softly. She was lying to herself to think that she was only curious about her own physical condition. Though she’d never before taken two different men into her body on the same evening, she wasn’t sore at all. Her excitement level, inspired by the McGowans, had been so spectacularly intense that her natural lubrication had made penetration seemingly effortless.

When she touched herself, Katie felt the warm, slick juices of passionate excitement on the lips of her cunt. Using the pad of her middle finger, she touched her clit lightly. Warm tingles seeped outward from the small but erect button of flesh.

The McGowans have made me greedy for climaxes. The more they foist them on me the more I want them.

She eased the single digit between her pussy lips. The finger slid in easily. Her legs, moving without conscious thought, spread wider as her right hand began beating slowly back and forth. The sensation of having a single finger moving inside her intimate passage was pleasing, but it was nothing compared to what she’d experienced when she had a McGowan cock filling her.

Which of the McGowan clan had fucked her? Blair? Flynn? Katie couldn’t say for certain. Any guess was complete conjecture, but that was what had made the encounter so wickedly arousing. Being blindfolded had allowed her to see her own true nature, the extent of her own real desires for Dominance and submission, for bondage, and for commanding men who knew what they wanted and weren’t afraid to take it.

I’ll never get to sleep thinking that way. Maybe one more quick climax will help me relax enough to sleep.

From her bedside table, she opened a drawer and extracted her vibrator. She’d had it a couple years, and had used it regularly after having passionate evenings with David, which had, without fail, left her unfulfilled. She bought it on the Internet. Though there were plenty of stores in San Francisco where she could buy a vibrator, Katie was far too worried about being seen in a sex shop to ever step foot into one. The Internet was anonymous, and Katie needed her anonymity to buy a vibrator.

With her eyes closed, her fingers moved with economy and skill over the small, round, blunt-tipped vibrator. She found the bezel, turned it, and heard the
buzzz!
which she found embarrassingly familiar, and more than a little exciting.

Katie’s hands moved slowly and skillfully. She held the vibrator in her left hand, putting the round, flat tip directly against her clit. As the vibrations went straight into her clit, and from there throughout her body, the middle two fingers of her right hand separated the lips of her cunt.

No matter how delicious it felt to have the vibrator tantalizing her clit, she needed the sense of invasion and retreat within her body to feel the ultimate satisfaction. Her fingers weren’t as good as a McGowan cock, but under the circumstances, they’d have to do—and that was good enough for Katie on this evening.

She imagined herself with all of the McGowans in a romantic and raunchy tangle of arms and legs. How did a single woman satisfy four lusty men? She wasn’t sure, but she suspected it was a skill she’d soon find necessary. Would one of them want her ass? Perhaps all of them? Probably. Katie had “gone Greek” as they called it in college, but it had been years earlier, and the boyfriend she’d lost the virginity of her ass to was embarrassingly unimpressive in stature. Even when fully erect, his cock wasn’t more in either length or thickness than a man’s middle finger. Katie had felt two McGowan cocks inside her pussy, and had felt with her fingers the erection that Aaron had for her, and she knew they were
much
greater in both length and girth than a man’s finger.

The climax prompted by the vibrator and her own fingers had pleased but hadn’t sated.

With a shake of her head, Katie forced the thoughts away. It would do no good to dwell on fantasies and memories of masturbation when she had very serious decisions in the here and now to deal with.

Today, whether she was thrilled about it or not, she had the Mountain View Saloon to herself and the handsome cowboys who frequented the saloon. It was clear to Katie that she couldn’t possibly do all that needed to be done alone. She’d need to hire someone to help her. But who? Whoever she chose would have to be discreet because at some time or another, she’d give one or all of the McGowans a come-hither look. She’d get caught giving that flirtatious look, and it wouldn’t be five hours before the gossipmongers of Elk’s Crossing had heard the rumor that she was sleeping with all four of the brothers.

Katie went to the front porch and sat down in the old wooden rocker. She looked out to the east toward the flatland, the prairies of North Dakota. Then she looked to the west to the mountains that seemed to go higher and higher until they finally ended in the snowcaps that never melted.

What the hell am I doing in North Dakota, halfway into the Badlands, surrounded by a thousand times more cattle than people? I’m a city girl. Most of the time I can’t even get my cell phone to work out here. I’m in the boonies and seriously considering telling the McGowans that I’ll be their lover as long as I’m the only lover they’ve got. How did this happen to me? I’m not the kind of woman who gets in gang bangs. I don’t do orgies.

When one of the customers haled Katie, asking for another beer, she was grateful her thoughts were interrupted.

* * * *

David awoke in his car with a severe pain in his neck. He’d slept behind the wheel, having pulled the car over in a restaurant’s parking lot. Though he’d put the seat back as far as he could, it was still uncomfortable. He’d slept with his head kinked to the side, so now he had a horrible crick in the neck.

Just one more thing that Katie had to answer for, he told himself. One more fault for which she had to pay.

If it hadn’t been for Katie, he wouldn’t be sleeping in a subcompact. He’d have money for luxury hotel suites. He’d have his Mercedes-Benz. He wouldn’t have to drive to some shit hole of a place called Elk’s Crossing. North Dakota was a place you flew over, not a place you drove to.

Soon enough, he’d teach Katie the full extent of her errors. He’d make her pay full price for every injustice she’d caused him to suffer.

* * * *

Katie’s heart skipped a beat when she watched the McGowan brothers step into the saloon a couple minutes before noon. She was at the grill, spatula in hand, dressed in faded jeans, Nikes, and red cotton blouse. Though there were a few customers already seated at the bar, for a moment every man in the saloon who wasn’t a McGowan seemed to disappear.

“Good afternoon, Katie,” the brothers said in unison as they took barstools.

“Hello, boys,” she replied, trying her best to sound merely friendly and not like she wanted to vault over the bar to throw herself into their arms. “I’ve got a beef stew special going today that’ll stick to your ribs.”

“That sounds perfect,” Aaron said.

Katie walked over to the end of the bar where the McGowans sat. She turned her shoulders slightly so that her back was toward the other men in the saloon, and said quietly, “Last night I seemed to have misplaced my panties. I don’t suppose any of you boys would know where they are?” Aaron started to speak, but she immediately put her palm up, silencing him. “No, don’t tell me which one of you has them. I know that a McGowan man has them, and that’s all that matters, I suppose. Besides, it’s kind of exciting
not
knowing which one of you had me last night.” She sighed and shook her head in awed amazement. “You can’t imagine how bizarre it sounds to hear myself say that.” She gave the men a smiled that encompassed all of them. “Good thing the sheriff stopped by last night. Protect and serve and all that sort of stuff. It probably saved me from making a complete fool of myself.”

“He might have been protecting you, but he sure as hell wasn’t serving me,” Aaron growled.

Katie looked directly into his eyes. “I don’t know who had me last night. I know it wasn’t you. You were holding me. The leader of the virile McGowan clan, and yet you seem to have put yourself last in line.”

“That’s not the way I wanted it, I can promise you that. Those were just the cards that I got dealt.”

“But it proved you’ve got self-discipline. I can’t begin to tell you how impressed I am with that.” She closed her eyes for a moment, fighting to push away memories of the man she left in San Francisco. “I loathe men who can’t control themselves.”

An instant before Katie was about to tell Aaron and his brothers that she was quite willing to have an affair with them, but that she wouldn’t be naïve enough to believe that what they had going had anything to do with love on a permanent basis, the cowboys from the Square-B Ranch walked into the saloon.