Sophie Oak - Two to Love

“You were listening in, man,” Zane said. Callie could hear the arrogant pleasure in his voice. “We can’t make babies if I’m fucking her ass.” Zane pulled his finger out and pulled her up, twisting her around like a doll to bring her mouth to his. He pressed his lips against hers. “You okay with this, babe?”

Callie nodded and turned back to Nate. There was a stricken look in his eyes. “I want him. I think the question is does Nate want me?”

Nate’s hands dropped for a moment, and he sat back on his heels. His voice was quiet, and he held her eyes with his. “I love you, Callie. I’ll always love you.”

There was a “but” in those words that she didn’t need him to verbalize. He loved her, but he needed more. Tears pricked her eyes, but she wouldn’t shed them. She leaned into him.

“I love you, too. Be my first, again.” Callie whispered the words against his lips.

His head sagged, and when he looked back at her, he was haunted. “Always.”

“Let me lay down, babe.” Zane’s hands were gentle on her back, urging her on.

Nate pulled her along, and Zane settled underneath her. She straddled his hips. His huge cock jutted up, naked and powerful. He took himself in hand as she lowered herself on top of him. Inch by inch he filled her. His cock stroked into her pussy. His green eyes watched as she sank onto him. She sighed as he sank home.

Almost immediately, she felt Nate’s hand on her back, pressing her onto Zane’s chest. Her nipples rasped against Zane’s skin as Nate moved in behind her. She heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper and then the pressure of something way bigger than a finger pressing against her anus, seeking entry. She took a deep breath and tried to stay calm.

“This is the prettiest little asshole I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to fuck it. Relax, Callie. I need you to push back against me. It’s just like the plug. Flatten your back and press out.”

Nate’s hands gripped her hips as he pushed forward. Callie felt her anus strain to keep him out. She tried to follow his orders. She flattened her back, pressing her chest against Zane.

Zane kissed her. He whispered to her. He told her how beautiful she was, how much he loved her. Nate’s cocked pressed forward, fighting the tight ring of muscles that sought to keep him out. Tears welled. The pressure was almost too much, and then he slid in.

“Oh, god.” Callie fought tears. It was like he’d shoved a hot poker up her ass. He was so much bigger than the plug they had used before.

“Give it a minute, Callie.” Zane soothed her, running his hands through her hair, kissing her forehead. “Try just this once, and if you don’t like it, we won’t do it again.”

Nate was holding himself still against her backside. He was covering her. It felt like there wasn’t any part of her they weren’t touching. Despite the discomfort, the intimacy of being completely enveloped by them was the best feeling she’d ever had. She’d never felt safer and more cherished than she did in that moment.

“I’m fine.” She managed to talk though it felt like she couldn’t breathe. She was so full. Her hands shook as she placed one on Zane’s face and the other snaked around to touch Nate. “I want this.”

She did. She wanted to be with them in every way possible, for as long as they had.

“Good, darlin’, because I can’t hold back any longer. I’ll try to go slow.” Nate’s words sounded like they were ground between his teeth. He started to pull his cock back, and Callie felt her eyes go wide. She had nerves in her ass that she never knew she had, and now every one of them was screaming in pleasure at the slow, steady drag of Nate’s dick.

Zane grinned up at her. “Not the last time then, babe?”

“Oh, no.” She pressed back against Nate. She couldn’t stand the thought of him pulling out.

He pressed back in with a groan. “Your ass feels so good. It’s so tight. I can feel every inch of you.”

“You done playing around back there? Because I really need to fuck this pussy.”

Nate hissed and suddenly pressed forward. Callie could feel his abs against her backside. He was all the way in. “Damn straight, Zane. Let’s fuck our woman.”

Callie held on for dear life as they worked in tandem. When one pressed forward, the other pulled out. Zane’s hands were on her waist, guiding her up and down his cock. Nate’s pulled at her hips, forcing his big dick in and out of her ass. The sensations rushed along her skin. Her breath came out in rabid pants. Something was building inside her cunt, her ass. The twin pleasures were fighting for precedence. Then suddenly she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see. She could only feel as she came apart. Her clit pulsed. Her pussy creamed as she came and came. The nerves in her ass lit up and sparked a fire that raced through her.

She heard Nate shout as he frantically pounded into her ass. He stiffened behind her, and his hands tightened. Zane’s face flushed, and Callie felt him pulse as he came, flooding her with his cum.

Nate fell forward, shoving her on to Zane’s chest. She could feel him breathing heavily against her back. He pressed his lips to the back of her neck.

“I love you, Callie,” Nate whispered.

She just wished that was enough.

The town hall was full to overflowing by the time Nate gently pushed his way through the crowd. It looked like everyone in Bliss had shown up. There was a loud hum of conversation going on around him as he settled Callie into a seat close to the front.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of her.” Zane slid into the open seat next to Callie like he belonged there.

He did, Nate acknowledged. Zane belonged next to her more than he himself did. Zane was staying with her. Zane was committing to her. Damn it. He nodded shortly and turned away from the sight of her scooting closer to Zane. If he was half as smart as he claimed to be, he would be sitting on the other side of Callie, vying for attention.

“Sheriff!”

The loud calls of the people around him reminded Nate that even if he was willing to commit his life to being the sheriff of Bliss, he wouldn’t be sitting with Zane and Callie. Not tonight at least. There was a small raised stage at the front of the room with a long conference table and a place setting with his name on it. He had a meeting to run.

A frail figure stood in between the imposing bodies of Worthington and Leander. The agents looked ridiculously out of place among the locals. They were in perfectly pressed suits with hair that had been cut into the current style and wouldn’t dare to look windblown. He snickered inwardly. They would shit their pants if they had his job. Just the other day he had to help the park rangers deal with a huge grizzly who decided to invite himself into the Farley family’s cabin for supper. Then he had to talk to the boys who had been luring the damn bear in for a science experiment. Yup, Worthington and Leander would have no idea how to handle a bear, much less the evil genius of the Farley brothers.

When had he started thinking that way? Hell, he used to dress like the agents when he wasn’t on the job. He had the best clothes, the latest haircut, thousand-dollar shoes. When did all of that become something he snickered at? Clothes made the man, his father would say. Bullshit, his increasingly loud inner voice chimed in. What a man did, what he loved and protected, that made a man.

“Sheriff Wright.” The elderly man leaning on his walker looked relieved to see him walking up. Hiram Jones was the mayor of Bliss and had been for the last twenty years. He wore the town’s version of formal, a clean western shirt, bolo tie with a shiny silver clasp, and pressed blue jeans. A Stetson sat on his head, and Nate realized that Hiram must have taken this meeting very seriously. After all, he’d put in his teeth. Hiram usually didn’t bother. Hiram scooted his walker with tennis balls covering the feet over closer to Nate. “I’m glad you’re here. I don’t think I like these two. Are you sure we need them around? Bliss can handle its own, if you know what I mean.”

Nate nodded politely and gave the elderly man a hand. He started maneuvering Hiram toward a seat at the front of the audience. He saw a place open next to Stella who, for some reason, had decided to dress like Annie Oakley. All she was missing was a shot gun strapped to her back, though Nate had no illusions that she could have one in her hands before he could blink. For all her crazy dress, she was solid. Stella was dependable, and she would take care of the mayor.

“The special agents are just here as backup, Mayor Jones,” Nate explained. “I assure you, I’m still in charge.”

Stella smiled up at the mayor and immediately began fussing over him. “You just sit down, Hiram. Sheriff Wright will take care of those boys. Special agents? I don’t see anything special about them.”

Nate was satisfied the mayor was settled and walked back over to his former colleagues. He could hear them talking as they looked around the room. Now he wished this meeting was taking place in the town square in full daylight where their disdainful stares would be hidden behind their expensive sunglasses.

“This place is a complete joke,” Leander said, not bothering to keep his voice down. “Not a one of these people know their head from their ass.”

“Yeah, Wright, you gotta dump this place and come back to the real world.” Worthington was shaking his head. “Seriously, how can you stand it here? No one in this piddly little town has ever had to face anything. I can’t stand the syrupy sweetness.”

“It’s not so bad.” Nate kept his tone moderate but had the sudden urge to wipe the snarky smile off Marcus Worthington’s face.