STORY EXCERPT

“You sure you’re all right with all this?” It was the last question before the dirty deed began and Nicholas Speed was the one to put it out there.

Five cocks probably diminished in size as Sable toyed with the idea of pulling the tease’s card. She wondered how the fellas might respond if she said she’d changed her mind.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” Doc Andrews said.

Sable curled a lock of hair around her forefinger. Ogling the men in her suite wasn’t exactly a chore. Come to think of it, their offers were kind of cute, real nice in fact. She recognized the second chance for an escape route, an out if she wanted one.

Moistening her lips, she studied each of them before she said, “I’m good to go.”

She didn’t grab hold of that final lifeline. She didn’t want it, didn’t need it.

What these men didn’t realize was something she’d probably never tell them. They were being used for a very specific reason.

Mere hours away from a finalized divorce and legally separated for over two years, Sable wanted to ensure her ex-husband didn’t do anything foolish to stop the pending formalities. She’d been here before—not in an over-priced suite with five handsome strangers she planned to fuck—but within hours of a finalized divorce. Four times to be exact.

She had no reason to believe the fifth approaching hour would be any different than the other four. She sighed. “Then again. Five may be my lucky number after all.”

Mac McCall cocked his head and squinted. “Are you up to something, vixen?”

Not yet, but she would soon be “up to no good” and these men would help her. When she left them behind later in the morning, she’d make sure her ex’s cronies saw her and she’d make them understand.

She didn’t belong to a McCoy anymore. And if Tabor McCoy’s treasured son still wanted her, he’d have her with a clear understanding. She would return to him as damaged goods.

“Have you ever been with a few men at one time, lover?” Nicholas Speed had been the first one to flirt. Earlier that same evening, he’d been the first to buy her a drink, the first to walk his fingers up the inside of her thigh. If she had her way about things, he’d be the first inside her, too. Nicholas Speed would soon stroke her past her insecurities and help her beyond the unnecessary self-loathing.

“A woman never tells her secrets,” she whispered, crooking her finger back and forth.

Harley McCall sat beside her. He peered down at her as if he adored her, but Sable wasn’t a foolish young woman. While age was still on her side, she wasn’t naïve or outright stupid. Harley, like the other four, had followed her to the penthouse floor for the same reason she had taken him by the hand and led him there.

They were using one another.

She had something he wanted, something only she could probably give him—the willingness to go to bed with five handsome strangers.

It probably wasn’t easy to find women who were willing to bed them all at the same time. These men were from Trouble, Tennessee, and while the founding fathers of the town were reputed to have honorable intentions, they also had quite a reputation for illicit pleasures, too.

They enjoyed sharing.

Maybe they’d happened upon the club in Drover by chance, but they hadn’t met her by simple consequences because of their nightclub choices. Sable had been planning this meet for months.

Ever since Trouble had become an established town, women from all walks of life and all levels of abuse had come to recognize Trouble’s founding fathers. They were heroes in their own right, men who wouldn’t back down from a good old-fashioned fist fight if the reason they were brawling had anything to do with protecting a woman. 

“We want you to be sure,” Harley said, his brow furrowing as he caressed her arm. “We can turn on the music, dance a little, talk a little, and maybe later—”

“I’m not changing my mind,” she interrupted him and rose to her elbows, gauging her good fortune. If riches were assessed by the men in that room, Sable would never want for anything more.

Given the expressions on their faces, a few of them felt the same way.

ADULT EXCERPT

They’d fooled around. They’d touched, played, and spanked. They’d rolled one way or the other, kissed a little and fondled a lot.

Harley hadn’t even fucked her yet and he already felt like a goner. He had a strange feeling he wasn’t the only one.

Nicholas, Doc, Trevor and Mac—especially Mac—were on their best behaviors. He laughed at the hilarity found in such a thought. Group sex and good conduct seemed like an oxymoron. Still, Harley and his brother had shared women before so Harley knew how Mac responded to a woman when she grabbed his attention.

Sable grabbed that much all right. She had all of them by the balls and it didn’t make a lick of sense.

Harley had observed enough of the multiple relationship nonsense in Trouble. He had even sworn off playing around in situations like these and the reason was pretty fundamental. At the end of his life as a bachelor, he didn’t want to share his woman.

When he finally settled down, he’d settle down with a woman or maybe even two. Then, they’d contemplate a family. He didn’t plan on rolling over every morning and finding Mac on one side of his lady and a few of their friends stretched out on the other side of him. 

Oh no. Harley wasn’t walking down that road. He’d have two broads for himself before he’d share Sable or anyone else.

Then what the hell am I doing here?

“You gonna look at her or fuck her?” Mac teased, yanking him from his thoughts.

“I hope all of you look, touch, and fuck,” Sable rasped, her throaty voice a real turn-on. She flipped to her back and motioned for them.

At the same time, Trevor gripped Harley’s shoulder and Doc’s. They soon towered over her. Harley on her right, Trevor to the left. He and Trevor lowered their dicks to Sable’s pussy, rubbing her entrance with their swollen heads before penetrating her.

Her mouth fell open and her pretty blue eyes moistened. “Don’t wait.”

Harley swallowed once, shot Trevor a thumbs up, and said, “You heard the woman.”

“I did.” Trevor didn’t waste a second then. He pushed the weight of his cock against her wet pussy and her pretty pink lips flared in acceptance.

Their shafts rubbed together as they nudged her. Sable’s wet center sucked at their lengths as they slowly impaled her. Both men fought for room, working their cocks inside her warm center until it was more than a little obvious that they’d share a very tight and cramped space.

“God bless, this is hot.” Trevor bumped his hip against Harley’s as he greedily tried to gain better mobility.

Sable’s hooded eyes were Harley’s undoing, but when she palmed the two cocks on either side of her hips and released an incredible dream-worthy sigh, Harley was fascinated by how well she handled accommodating them. She pumped Doc and Mac with loose hands, sliding up and down their penises as she worked them into an obvious state of heightened arousal.

Nicholas loitered nearby. He moistened his lips and leaned down for a kiss. She stretched her neck and met him halfway. As his tongue searched and explored, her pussy wrapped snugly around their cocks with a pulsing hold. Her body gripped their shafts as they fucked her together.

Both men poured their effort into pleasing her. The friction between their cocks sent an electrifying sensation up and down Harley’s prick and he wasn’t sure he could last much longer.

His balls grew heavier with each pounding stroke. His cock was hot and wet as he watched Nicholas back out of their kiss and feed the little woman his beefy shaft.

She lathered the end with a flattened tongue before she enveloped his cock with a suckling mouth and giving cheeks. She meant to destroy them. She meant to strip away each man’s defensives, if not by touch then definitely by show. She sucked Nicholas’s cock like a talented pro, going at him without restraint and definitely without mercy.

Harley stilled then as he considered possibilities. How had they ended up there? How had they gone from a night out with the boys to an overnight stay in a thousand-dollar-per-night suite?

He shook his head as he considered the likelihood of being set up or for what reason. Had someone paid this gal to seduce them? Had she sought them out or was it mere chance? Had they casually bumped into her in a nightclub, a nightclub which should’ve been hopping but was pretty much dead on a weekend night or had they walked right into a well-laid trap?

“Something wrong?” Trevor gritted his teeth and spoke in a barely audible tone. “If you can’t handle this, back on out and let me take care of our girl.”

Sable stopped sucking and Nicholas eased away from her lips. “You want to say something, doll?”

“I’m good,” she whispered, nuzzling his shaft and eying Harley suspiciously.

“I’ll say.” Nicholas winked. “Good is an understatement.”