STORY EXCERPT

“You still considering leaving?” Brock Reynolds asked Smith Spencer, his best friend and fellow team member.

Smith leaned on the fence that surrounding the ranch. Their ranch, the one Smith, Rex, Reno, and Brock bought together and had built up in the last year. Smith was antsy. Always had been despite their shared construction and development company. Brock wondered if this town, the military soldiers buying out the lots and purchasing the land quicker than their construction company could build, was making him feel overwhelmed.

“I don’t know. Why are you pushing this?” Smith asked, standing up to his full six feet four inches. Brock was two inches shorter, but he was the team leader. At least he had been until they retired from the military and headed out here to the town of Pearl. Brock came from money. When he retired from the military, he had taken back a construction and development company his other cousins on his mother’s side had been maintaining for him. In the last five years the company called Liberty Construction and Development was worth millions.

When Dale and Virgo London called them about them getting married along with his cousins, Matt and Quaid to some pretty young thing. It shocked them to learn about a place where ménage relationships were acceptable. It was something he and his men shared. Women. Plus other men they knew, ones retired from the service and trying to transition to civilian life, had recommended the town of Pearl. They had discussed settling down near their friends Gunner, Garrett, and Wes McCallister near their fathers’ place called Casper’s, but after visiting here for the wedding, they all wanted to settle down here.

As he offered a partnership with Brock, Rex O’Rourke, and Reno Davis, they brought out large acres of land to develop a housing community similar to ones they owned across the United States. Housing that consisted of four-acre lots where people could come build their dream homes through Liberty Construction and Development. They had established a program especially for retired military personnel. Wyatt Cantrell, a friend of Brock’s cousins jokingly called the development an invasion of military into Pearl.

“Listen, I’m not going to back out of my share of the company. I don’t want to leave here. I’m just feeling antsy, and I still can’t get this sensation of being on edge out of my system,” Smith explained.

“I understand. I get that way, too, sometimes. You need a little break. You need to stop stressing over everything we have going on. The work is going to be there whether you take a break or not. We’ll get through this chaos. Phase two is under way and if you’re feeling overwhelmed about selling the lots for phase four and five so early, then we’ll hold off. Wyatt said the town board wants to meet again to discuss the approvals for the various store owners who want to move here to start their businesses. The Town of Pearl is expanding.”

“Maybe it’s expanding too quickly. Maybe Wyatt, Matt, and Quaid and the Santos brothers have a point in slowing down for a bit to ensure the town remains safe and maintains that Southern charm.”

“We’ve abided by the rules established by the development and construction committee. The communities we’re building on the edge of town are stunning. People coming into town from that direction get an impressive first glance at Pearl and all it has to offer. Besides, it’s not like just anyone can come in here to buy a lot. The Santos men, our cousins, and the security company in town evaluate and approve potential buyers and future residents. By offering homes at affordable prices to recently retired military and their families, we’re building an even stronger, safer community.”

Smith nodded. But Brock still felt like more was bothering him.

ADULT EXCERPT

Brock was overwhelmed with emotions. His team never shared a woman before, but they knew this was what they always wanted. Arabella was already a part of them whether they were ready to face that fact or not. Tonight was going to be amazing.

Brock placed Arabella’s feet down onto the rug. Standing there in only her slip-on sandals showed how small and feminine she was compared to them. Behind her Smith undid the button to her skirt and pulled the zipper down. Her skirt fell to the floor and she held Brock’s gaze as she stepped from the material and her shoes as well. “God, you’re so gorgeous,” he told her.

Smith ran his hands over her shoulders and down her back while Brock licked his lips before leaning forward to take a taste of her breast.

She was shaking, and he didn’t want her scared. He wanted her pliant and accepting.

“Touch me, Arabella. Take off my shirt, show me what you want.”

Her hands shook as she reached out with her lip between her teeth.

She ran her hands up and down his chest as he tugged on her nipple. “Oh.” She moaned and tightened her thighs together. But Smith must have been caressing her thighs wider because she pressed her palms against Brock firmly for balance.

“Easy, doll, slow and easy. We want to explore what’s ours. You tell us what you like and what you don’t like.” Smith engaged her, probably to help her feel less out of control.

She undid the buttons on his shirt and pressed it apart. He released her breast and let his arms hang at his sides as she pushed the material all the way off. She looked up into his eyes and moaned. Smith had her legs parted in a wide stance and he was stroking his finger in and out of her cunt.

Brock’s dick hardened.

“Damn, baby, you have such beautiful breasts,” Reno whispered. She looked that way and gasped.

Reno and Rex were sitting by the bed stroking their cocks and were completely naked.

She shook again and moaned.

“Fuck, she’s flowing like a faucet. I think our Bella likes Reno’s and Rex’s cocks,” Smith teased.

Brock chuckled as he cupped Arabella’s face between his hands and kissed her mouth. He pulled back and gave her directions. “Undo my pants and see what else we have for you, baby.”

Smith continued to stroke her pussy from behind and Arabella continued to moan and move back and forth from the thrusts.

She undid Brock’s pants and pressed them down. He shimmied out of them and was glad he got rid of his boots in the office downstairs. He gripped his cock and her eyes widened. “Ever see a cock before?” he asked, and she shook her head.

Smith squeezed her ass and thrust against her. “That’s hot, baby. Tonight we’re doing a lot of firsts with you.”

“Want to taste one, Arabella?” Brock asked, hearing his own voice shake with excitement and nervousness.

“Yes,” she said and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Go ahead, baby, but just know that when I come, it’s going to be inside of you.”

“I want you all inside of me. I want this. I need more,” she said.

Smith pulled his fingers from her pussy from behind. “Pass me a condom, Reno. Brock gets her virgin mouth on his hard cock, and I get this virgin pussy.”

“Smith, oh God,” she said and moaned.

“Nice and easy, baby. You focus on this. Roll your tongue over the tip. Taste me, get a feel for it.” He guided her head and mouth to the tip of his cock. Her tongue hit the skin and he moaned aloud, closed his eyes, and prayed he wouldn’t come. “Damn, woman.” ]

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked, pulling slightly back.

“No, everything right. More. I need more, explore me, do what you feel is right, natural.”

She twirled her tongue around his long, hard cock then licked it like an ice pop. When she wrapped her lips around the top of it and tugged gently, he moaned and began to slowly stroke into her mouth. She hummed and then reached for his hip for support but used her other hand to manipulate his balls.

“Sweet mother, this is the best kind of torture.”