Ride Me Dirty by Vanessa Vale

Author:Vanessa Vale [Vale, Vanessa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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CATHERINE

Sam did a really good job of fucking my thoughts right out of my head. As he led me down Main Street I realized he'd mentioned sharing a wife with Jack. Not sharing me. A wife. When a man uses that word… ever, it's a big deal. No guy ever tossed it out there, especially if it pertained to them. But Sam was so casual about it, as if he really wanted a wife to share his life with—and his cousin.

What we were doing together wasn't a big deal. Sure, I'd never had a threesome before, never had a guy fuck me over his desk either while his cousin listened in on speaker phone. Never had a bejeweled plug in my ass. None of this bossy shit that seemed to make me ruin my panties—before I was forced to hand them over.

For me, it was a big deal on the 'ways I've had sex' scale, but it was casual. Fine, it wasn’t a one night stand. It was a short term, week-long fuck fest. I was going to go back to New York with my orgasm quota checked off for the year. That was it. I didn't have time for anything else. I didn't want anything else. Did I?

Jack and Sam were nothing like Chad. They were gentlemen, albeit horny ones. They held doors, made sure I was safe, even made sure I came first, even if that involved a finger or a plug in my ass. God, I could feel the remnants of that play as we walked down the street.

The chemistry was off the charts, that whole butt play proving it, and… well, they were just nice guys. Hot, horny, dominant, nice guys. They made me think about things I never considered before. Living in Montana, two men, hell, a whole new life. No. My life was in New York in that corner office, not between them in bed. I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind and focused on getting Charlie's house sold.

Turned out, Swan's Diner was only a block away from Sam's office. It sat on the corner of Main and Hogan, where the only stoplight in town—in the county, probably—was situated. The building, like all others, was old and brick. The interior didn't have the polish The Barking Dog did. Like Charlie's house, it hadn't been updated since the seventies. The booths were red, the counters white with gold sparkle in them. There was even a jukebox in the corner. Smells of coffee and grilled onions were strong when we entered and Sam steered me toward the back. It took a few minutes to get to Sally's table since Sam had to shake hands and say hello to everyone on the way. He knew everyone and he'd made introductions, although they all knew me, whether by the gossip mill or remembering me from when I was kid visiting Charlie. There was Bob, the man who ran the feed store. Miss Mary, Sam's pre-school teacher—yes, she had to be ninety-seven.

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