STORY EXCERPT

Horace pulled off his cowboy hat and put it on the seat next to him as he slid into the booth across from Hank, his gaze fixed through the cook’s window where he could catch a glimpse of May moving about the kitchen. The woman put up a hell of a chase, but he and Hank were determined. They could have nearly any available woman in Pleasure, but May, with her dazzling smile, amazing personality, and sultry body, was the only woman either of them had ever wanted.

“We might should’ve caught her before she started makin’ our dinner.” Hank leaned forward, propped his elbows on the table, and shot a glance at May over his shoulder. “I’m gettin’ kind of tired of chicken-fried steak.”

Horace was, too, but he supposed that was what they got for ordering the same thing the first week and a half after they came back from the Navy. They’d set their sights on May the very day they returned to town, and their eyes hadn’t traveled since. Hell, they’d wanted her before they’d left to serve their country, but they hadn’t thought it right to ask her to wait for them. Horace had embraced it, used his desire and love for her as a lifeline to the world outside the war, and held onto the hope that she’d still be here when he got back. He knew Hank had done the same. Neither of them had given up on her even when they’d gotten word she’d married Clyde Merriweather. It hadn’t surprised either of them that Clyde hadn’t followed the way of Pleasure and claimed May with a partner. Clyde was far too possessive to share anything, especially his woman. They’d known the nuptial wouldn’t last, too. It couldn’t have when she’d belonged to them all along.

“You could’ve stayed home and ate a sandwich.”

Hank scoffed. “And miss my chance to go to bed tonight with fresh images of her pretty face and sexy body in my mind? I’ll eat the chicken-fried steak and enjoy it.”

Horace turned his chuckle into a smile when Peggy made her way to their booth. “Evening, boys.”

“Evenin’, Peg,” Horace returned her greeting, noting the two sodas on her tray. “You forget we drink sweet tea?”

“No.” She dug in the pocket of her apron and pulled out a folded brown bag. “But I thought I’d deliver this first.”

Horace took the bag, unfolded it, and glanced at what appeared to be somebody’s grocery list. “What’s this?”

If Peggy’s smile grew any larger, he was certain the woman’s face would split. “Your dinner. Although, it looks like the two of you’ll be stopping by the market on your way home if you want to eat.”

“May knows what we want to eat.” He looked at the list again, taking the time to quickly read it, and frowned. Pork chops, pinto beans, turnip greens, and what he guessed to be the makings for cornbread along with several other items had been written in an easy-to-read hand. It didn’t sound half-bad, even if he didn’t know what the Sam Hill was going on.

“I’d say May’s changing your dinner plans, gentlemen.”

Horace exchanged a puzzled look with Hank. “What’s she tryin’ to pull?”

Peggy shrugged as she started away from the booth. “Looks to me like a dinner at your place.”

“Let me see that.” Hank pulled the list from Horace’s fingers and gave it the once-over. “She better be plannin’ on joinin’ us.”

Horace snorted. “She better be plannin’ on cookin’ it. I wouldn’t know what to do with half the shit she’s got on there.”

Hank scratched his chin. “Think we should ask her ’bout her intentions or head to the market?”

If Horace had his way, he’d stomp into that kitchen, throw her over his shoulder, and cart her sexy ass out of the diner. She might lose her job because of it seeing as how old man Kelly wouldn’t be too keen on his cook leaving before the end of her shift, but she wouldn’t need a job if she’d marry him and Hank like she was supposed to do anyway.

He looked through the cook’s window, caught sight of May as she slid two plates through the opening, and saw her beautiful sea-blue gaze slide his way. Both brows inched up in question, and his cock stiffened to stone behind the zipper of his jeans at the obvious challenge that sparked in her eyes. He and Hank had warned her when they got her home they’d never let her go. Was this her way of telling them she was finally surrendering? He figured there was only one way to find out.

He picked up his cowboy hat, slapped it on his head, and slid out of the booth. “The woman wants us to go the market, that’s what we’re gonna do.”

And, the second she pulled into their drive, they’d show her exactly what it was they wanted for the rest of their lives.

ADULT EXCERPT

Horace carried her through the small house to one of the bedrooms and lowered her in the center of an enormous bed as if she were as fragile as spun glass. The emotions in his eyes filled her heart as his hands glided down her body, dipped beneath the shirt Hank had given her to wear, and slowly peeled it up and off. He folded his body over hers, his lips finding her mouth first before gliding down her flesh, peppering every inch with tender kisses or pressured nips until she was writhing beneath him.

Wanting to feel him, needing to be skin-to-skin, she let her hands roam his torso, bunched the material of the shirt in her hands that she’d insisted he put on before sitting down for dinner, and pulled it over his head. His mouth closed over her breast, and her head lolled as he worked her nipple with his tongue and teeth, turning the flame already burning in her pussy to a raging fire of demand. Her eyes started to close, but she spotted Hank as he moved closer to the bedside. The sight of him stripping compelled her to keep her eyes open despite the pleasure of Horace’s mouth on her breasts. With their long and lean bodies and magnificently sculpted muscles and planes, she knew she would never tire of seeing either of her men naked.

Hank crawled onto the side of the bed and captured her mouth in a sweetly demanding kiss as Horace’s tongue painted a fiery path down her abdomen and stomach. Hank’s hand took over her abandoned breasts, massaging them in pressured squeezes as Horace’s hand found her pussy. Horace traced the outer edge of her sodden folds before slipping between them to press at her aching opening.

May lifted her hips, attempting to draw those fingers inside her, but met only a resistance that threatened to drive her mad. Hank’s fingers caught her nipple in a firm but delicious pinch that had her moaning into his mouth. The moan morphed to a cry muffled by his tongue when Horace’s fingers drove inside her needy pussy.

“It’s time, May.” Hank’s voice was strained with arousal and need as he pulled back and lightly licked her chin and neck.

She knew exactly what it meant. It was time for them to make love to her together. Even as trepidation quivered through her veins, she knew he was right. It was definitely time. She couldn’t wait another second to feel both of the men she loved inside her. “Please.”

Her quiet plea was apparently all her men needed to spring them into action. Hank stretched out beside her even as Horace slid further to the foot of the bed. Hank reached for her, and she smiled as she threw one leg over his waist to straddle him, putting her hands on either side of his broad shoulders for balance, her back arched and ass in the air.

“Christ, now that’s the sight I’ve dreamed about for years,” Horace said gruffly behind her. His hands framed her hips, slid down her thighs, and then over her butt cheeks. His fingers kneaded the flesh, pulling her cheeks apart. “You look amazin’ this way, darlin’. Your ass is perfect, firm and beautiful, and, damn, you’re gonna be tight. I just know it.”

She knew it, too. Clyde had always been too fixated on getting her pregnant to worry himself with delivering her true satisfaction. Anal play, and especially anal sex, had been expressly forbidden. That would never happen with Horace and Hank, not just because she couldn’t get pregnant, but because they loved her. All the years she’d spent longing for them, wishing God hadn’t deprived her of the ability to bear children, wanting nothing more than to be the wife these fantastic men deserved, were being put in the past tonight. They loved her unconditionally, and every touch of their hands, every kiss from their mouths, and every word they spoke was proving that to her.

Dizzy with the desire they instilled in her, her body threatened to convulse with the anticipation of what was about to happen. “Horace, please. I need to feel you.”

“Soon, darlin’. Very soon.”

Hank’s hands framed her hips, and he used the firm hold to lower her onto his erect cock. She forgot all about begging for Horace to take her ass as the sensation of being filled by Hank’s enormous dick overwhelmed her senses.

“Mine.” The sheer possessiveness in Hank’s tone sent a wicked thrill racing straight to her pussy and ass. “Ours. Forever, May. You will belong to us forever.”

May tested his hold on her hips, rocking her pussy on his cock, and watched in delight when he closed his eyes and a throaty-sounding groan escaped his lips. “Mine,” she repeated breathlessly as her channel continued to stretch to accommodate the width of his cock. “Both of you. Forever.”

His hold on her hips loosened, giving her just enough freedom to ride his cock. She took it slow, loving the feel of his shaft grazing along the inner walls of her channel, losing herself in the sweetest pleasure she’d ever known.

“Horace, you better hurry, brother,” Hank warned him through gritted teeth. “She feels too damn good.”

Behind her, Horace chuckled. “You see what you do to us, darlin’? Once we get inside your sexy body, neither one of us can hold on for long.”

May shot a glance at him over her shoulder to find his expression strained, his lips tilted in a devilish grin, and his eyes dancing with sinful intentions. “Let’s see how long you can last when you join us.”

“Is that a challenge, May?”

It was amazing how that casually asked question turned her insides to the temperature of molten lava. She stilled with Hank’s cock lodged inside her fiery channel to the hilt and, for about half a second, all she could do was sit there and revel in the rapturous sensations the anticipation brought her. “Yes. Take me, Horace. Make love to my ass while Hank is inside my pussy.”