She hollowed her cheeks and sucked him as he began to thrust in rhythm with Vincent, groaning deeply, taking her mouth as Vincent filled her cunt.
Vincent panted behind her and his rough hands slid from her hips up to her shoulders as his thrusts grew more forceful. She arched her back and tightened around him, drawing a deep growl from him before he said, “So beautiful. I love watching my cock sink deep in your swollen pussy. Love feeling how wet and hot you are for us, fluff. Can’t wait to fill your sweet pussy with my cum.”
She murmured an enthusiastic assent and her cunt contracted as she visualized what he was seeing. The flickers of orgasm made her tremble and his responding growl told her that he knew what she was feeling.
“Want to come, little fluff?” he asked as he snaked a hand around her hip to her mound.
She moaned loudly and James responded with a moan of his own. “Her little mouth is so sweet. Not much longer, honey. If you don’t want to swallow you’d better let go.”
She growled negatively and made them both laugh out loud and then James shouted as the first spurt of his cum erupted from him. She swallowed as she worked him, her cunt contracting as Vincent fucked her harder and trapped her clit between two fingers and toggled it round and round. She barely managed to release James’s softening cock before she came, crying out in rapture as the waves of pleasure spread outward from her clenching cunt. Vincent murmured his approval and gripped her hips tightly as he pounded into her pussy, his strokes made slick by her own release.
“So fucking hot,” he rasped out as his thrusts grew even harder and shorter until he finally buried his cock deep and howled in pleasure. “Leah!”
Limp as a noodle, she collapsed between them on the bed and giggled when James’s stomach growled loudly. “I’d have laughed and wound up choking if that’d happened two minutes ago.”
“I doubt we would’ve heard it over all the panting, growling, and moaning,” Vincent said, still sounding slightly out of breath.
The men conversed about supper while she floated euphorically as she snuggled between them. Her engagement ring caught the light from the lamp as she curled her hand around the sheet they covered her with.
Vincent chuckled as he stroked her ass and leaned in close. “We’ll let you snooze for a bit, fluff, and bring you a bite to eat when supper’s ready.”
“No, I’ll get up. I’ll be in there in just a few minutes,” she murmured, feeling tingly all over.
“Good luck with that, honey,” James said and she heard the sound of a zipper zipping up. “I’ll go rinse off the truck before that mud turns to concrete.”
The last thing she remembered was giving them a thumbs-up.
Chapter Seventeen
Leah looked up with a smile when she sensed a presence in her office doorway a second before knuckles rapped on the open door.
“You busy?” her dad asked as he leaned in.
“No, Dad. Please, come in.” She waved him in as she rose from her desk chair. She’d been expecting James and Vincent but it would be good to get this potentially difficult conversation out of the way so she could tell her men that it was done. She tried to hide her surprise when Denny Calder, the contractor from Abilene came in with him. She had to give her dad credit for trying.
“Honey, you remember Denny?”
“Of course. It’s good to see you again,” she said as she smiled and held out her hand. He gave her hand a firm but gentle shake and she was reminded of the evening he’d kissed her hand. Vincent hadn’t reacted well but now the memory made her smile even wider.
“I’m glad to see you’re well, Leah. I heard from your dad about your difficulty in Tuspita.”
“Yes, well…”
“If you’d called me I would’ve run out there to help you.”
Heat suffused her cheeks and she chuckled. “It’s okay. It was handled. I hope I never have to drive through that town again. If I ever return to Abilene, I’ll find an alternate route.”
A frown turned her dad’s eyebrows into a bushy caterpillar, one of the many things that endeared him to her, and he sighed softly. “I guess that tells me what your decision is. I was hoping…” He glanced at Denny and there was apology in his eyes.
It wasn’t like her dad to be such a softie. He was usually direct and to the point.
“Dad, I have…you see…a situation has developed here…” She was no better, evidently.
He sat forward. “At the store?”
“No. In my personal life. I—” She glanced at Denny and hoped he’d see the apology that was also in her eyes.