Authors: Lola Newmar
“
Scarlett
,” he drew out in amazement.
She moaned at the mention of her name, and the small vibrations gave him that tiny push he needed before a kaleidoscope of colors flashed before his burning eyes, his climax momentarily blinding him as he filled her moaning mouth with his thick cum. He swam in mental bliss as his cock continued to throb between her red lips for several moments longer than usual.
His precious, generous mate reduced her tender care to light kisses of her full lips, swollen from her siren call, gently licking him clean of any spunk left behind. Once he finally begin to soften—well, slightly, at least—she sat back up and wiped her adorable, closed-mouth smile with her forearm before smacking her flushed lips.
The sight of their scarlet color had his cock hardening again. “Come here,” he said softly, easily scooping her into his arms. When he pressed his lips against hers, he felt a mild electric current, and then he momentarily zoned out from reality.
There was an image. It was as though he was looking through Scarlett’s eyes, right into her lost memories. He saw the black truck, the same black truck described from her previous visions. From his point of view, it seemed like Scarlett was following the truck in her own car, keeping a reasonable distance behind it. Through the windshield, he saw two figures in the truck she followed.
As the truck rode on, Rhett was shocked to find the surrounding streets were looking more and more familiar. He knew exactly where this truck was headed. Just as it pulled into a parking spot, he felt a sting across his left cheek.
“Rhett! Snap out of it!”
He shook his head, struggling to focus on Scarlett’s voice as his vision sharpened on her wide eyes. They held concern and confusion as she looked him over.
“I just got a vision of the same black truck you saw. It was pulling up to a club,” he explained as he watched her open the glove compartment and pull out a handkerchief. She leaned back over his lap and dabbed his clammy forehead. He could see the frustration in her blue eyes.
“I wish we knew where it was,” she said softly.
“I happen to know exactly where it is.”
Her hand froze in its task, and she looked right at him. “Oh my God, you do? Rhett, I can’t leave without checking it out first.”
“Neither can I,” he agreed, nodding his head.
She dropped her hands in her lap and stared at them. “Damn it. I just realized staying any longer may mean we have to get a room. Leo would never agree to that.”
Rhett grabbed her hands, and she looked at him. “That’s true, but he’ll get over it.”
Chapter 3
Scarlett was relieved when a rundown-looking gas station finally came into view on the right-hand side of the empty road. It seemed they were in the middle of nowhere, and she hadn’t remembered seeing any form of human life for the past twenty minutes.
As they pulled next to the dusty, ancient gas pump, she noticed a young man sitting on a lawn chair outside the store door, his nose in a book with some sort of UFO on the cover. Despite the thick glasses and greasy gas-attendant uniform he wore, she couldn’t help but notice he was actually a very handsome boy. Sure, he was a troll compared to her cowboy mates, but he was easy on the eyes, nonetheless.
“Want anything, candy pants?” Rhett asked as he slid from the truck.
“Maybe something sweet.” The boy looked up when he heard her voice, and she smiled. His face blushed adorably before he looked back down at his book.
Rhett walked up to him, and she noticed the boy seemed to blush even deeper. She lowered her window, curious about what they could possibly be talking about to embarrass him like that. Unfortunately, Rhett then chose that time to coax the gas attendant back in the store.
Oh, shit, here it comes. Who knows what in the world that crazy man is up to now.
She was even more confused when both of the tall men walked out of the store, the gas attendant helping Rhett with all the bags of goodies.
“Got some snacks.” Rhett reached in the passenger window and over her lap to place the bags beside her on the bench seat.
“That’s a lot of food.” She looked in the bags and saw sodas, packaged cupcakes, chips, donuts, even two foil-wrapped hot dogs. When she looked back to the men, she noticed they were both looking her over with need burning in their eyes. “Um, so who is this?” she indicated to the other man.
The young man smiled and held his hand out for her to shake, which she immediately grabbed. “Hi, ma’am, my name’s—”
“Uh-uh,” Rhett interrupted with a wagging finger in the young man’s face as if addressing a naughty little puppy. The gas attendant pulled his hand away and glanced down at his shoes as if in apology. “Remember our negotiation. No names.”
“What negotiation?” she asked, confused, yet also bracing herself for what was about to come out of his naughty mouth next.
Rhett turned back to her, a sly smirk on his face. “I’m going to eat your pussy while college boy here jacks off.”
“What!” She felt her eyes were about to fall out of their sockets. “Rhett Lenox, only you would turn a conversation from the weather to eating my pussy in five seconds flat.”
Rhett sighed dramatically then placed a warm hand on her shoulder. “Oh, Scarlett, Scarlett, you really are an innocent, aren’t you, love?” He shook his head as if humored. “College boy here told me you’re just about the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. And I told him he ought to see your pussy. I said, ‘Now
that’s
a pretty sight,’ to which he said he’d be
more
than happy to. Come on, darlin’. Doesn’t the thought of a stranger watching you get your pussy licked make you feel sexy and desired?” He wiggled his eyebrows up and down with a smile, really laying it on thick to convince her.
“But I already feel sexy and desired,” she snapped, not missing the disappointed look on the gas attendant’s face before he once again dropped his chin. “I have seven lovers, for Christ’s sake.”
Rhett opened the truck door and held his hand out. “Come on, we’re going to the back garage.” When she hesitated, he continued. “Scarlett, you should know by now that I can smell you when you’re aroused, and your scent has intensified in the last forty-five seconds, and—Damn it! Will you stop that!” he yelled when she instinctively brought her knees together. He firmly pushed them apart. “It doesn’t even do anything to cover the aroma. Now stop looking at me like that, like you feel guilty or something. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to feel desired by another man other than me and my brothers. Now, if Bill Nye the Science Guy over here lays a finger on you, I’m cutting it off with the machete I have in the back of the truck, but he’s welcomed to enjoy the sight of you.”
A pang of pity wrenched her guts when the young man paled at Rhett’s threat. But she had to admit that as bad as she felt about it, she was very curious to try out her lover’s suggestion. Both men smiled wide as she nodded then placed her hand in Rhett’s and followed them behind the gas station. She felt like a naughty student sneaking off behind the bleachers for a make-out session.
The garage was fairly small and very stuffy, so she was thankful the gas attendant left the large entrance open. The only thing inside was an old, red vintage Cadillac, no tables, no benches, no anything. The gas attendant turned his back to them to grab something in the far corner.
“Ick! Are you really going to eat my cunt on the dirt floor?”
Suddenly, Rhett lifted her by the waist and placed her on the hood of the car. When she tried to sit up, he used his used his shifter speed to quickly but gently push against her shoulders until she completely lay on her back. “Stay,” he demanded.
She could feel her heart racing with adrenaline as she observed the gas attendant pull up a chair a few yards away from them, seeming to make sure he had a good view as Rhett pulled down her terry cloth short shorts from her body. She wore no panties because the seams were obvious in the snug clothing, so her pussy was immediately displayed. She heard Rhett growl deeply while the other man sighed heavily at the sight.
“C–Can I see her tits?” the gas attendant asked shyly as he began to unbutton his navy Dickies. He pulled out an impressive cock, already darkly engorged.
“Mmm, good call,” Rhett murmured. Slowly, one by one, he unbuttoned her pink gingham-print blouse until her large breasts kissed the air, covered only by a very sheer lace white bra.
Scarlett shivered with anticipating need as he began to lick a slow trail from her belly button, up her torso, and to her heaving mounds. She looked over at the gas attendant, already fisting his hard cock with an eager hand, his soft groans seeming to caress her body with the erotic sounds alone.
When Rhett flicked her left nipple with his tongue, she jerked from the surprise of the contact, having not seen what was coming due to being distracted by the stranger jacking off in the corner.
“Ooh, yeah,” Rhett drawled, obviously loving her intense reaction. He may not always be a Casanova, but she couldn’t help the way he set her entire body on fire with the slightest touch.
“She’s like an angel,” the young man whispered as he pulled out his balls then juggled them with one hand.
“She sure is.” Rhett knelt in front of her and pushed her legs wide open then inhaled. “And this is heaven.”
She propped herself on her elbows for a better look, watching as Rhett fished out his own giant cock from his tight jeans. She noted that though the stranger had a large cock, Rhett’s trumped his size by comparison.
He spread her swollen pussy lips with his fingers, leaned in, then lightly bit on her right labia, just slightly pulling it a little. It was amazing how many nerve endings sparked to life when he did that.
“You’re teasing me,” she pouted, but he only winked at her before slowly moving his mouth to her other pussy lip.
“She’s a good girl. Don’t tease her,” the gas attendant pleaded in a soft voice, and she liked him a little more for it.
With that, Rhett released his hold then gave her one long lick from her asshole up then suckled on her swollen clit. She screamed out in ecstasy as she grasped on to his wild blond waves. He pressed his mouth harder into her pussy, and she watched his eyes set ablaze with orange longhorn passion. She was thankful the stranger couldn’t see his eyes from where he sat. He seemed like a nice young man, and she didn’t want to scare him. The young man’s eyes were bouncing from her face, to her tits, to her pussy, then back again.
She smiled when they made eye contact. Wanting to have a little fun with him, she pinched her hard nipples teasingly, the pleasure-pain making her moan deeply.
“Fuck yeah, give me a show, baby,” he said softly as his pulls became more aggressive.
“Don’t call her ‘baby.’” Rhett growled deeply against her cunt, making her shudder from the vibration.
She noticed he’d made sure not to turn his orange eyes to the young man, but from the audible swallow that came from the gas attendant, she was pretty sure he got the point. He might be allowed to enjoy their performance, but Scarlett
only
belonged to the Lenox brothers. Except for the slapping sound he made as he tugged his cock, the gas attendant remained silent for the remainder of the scene.
She locked eyes with Rhett as he feasted on her sopping pussy, surprised with how much she was really enjoying being watched. He pulled away for a brief moment to watch a single finger disappear into her wet cunt, and her thighs immediately began to shake from the intensity of the pleasure coursing through her.
“Damn, I love how tight and wet this pussy is—
my
pussy. Isn’t that right, baby?” he murmured right as he began to circle her hardened clit with his rough thumb pad. He wasn’t as smart as she thought he was if he really expected her to form a sensible thought when he was doing
that
to her. Instead of replying, she just panted his name over and over, and she could tell by his wild, orange eyes that he enjoyed it every time.
“Fuck me,” Scarlett softly begged as she reached a hand out to him.