Wolves Gone Wild(20)

Home.

Greensburg, Indiana, had been her home, but for some reason, it no longer felt like it was. From the moment she’d left the town, she’d felt free for the first time in her life. And when she’d come into Forever, that impression had only intensified. So if she managed to find a car or got lucky and found out that Sally had been repaired, she wasn’t sure she knew where she’d go. She couldn’t keep traveling indefinitely. Her dwindling bank account wouldn’t hold out for more than a few more months even with the help of temporary jobs. Then what?

The sound of giggling interrupted her thoughts. She glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand and saw that it was later than she’d imagined. Who was running around at one in the morning behind the diner? She didn’t think Milly kept the place open that late.

Being as careful as she could not to be seen, she tiptoed into the bedroom, eased back the mini-blind, and took a peek outside. Then did a double take.

Oh, mamma.

Two men and a woman were in the alley between the diner and the apartment. Although there were only two street lights illuminating the area, she didn’t have any trouble seeing what was going on.

One man held the woman against the fence that separated the diner from another building. He had her arms thrust above her head, his huge hand locked around her wrists. Her shirt had been ripped away, exposing her large breasts. He bent his head and slid his tongue over the nipple of one breast then caught the other between his fingers. The woman cried out and struggled, but Christy knew she couldn’t match the man in strength.

The second man knelt between her legs, his arms wrapped around her thighs as he pressed his face to her pussy. She cried out again, but the cry changed, going from one of alarm into one of yearning. The woman stopped struggling as the dark-haired man between her legs feasted on her.

Christy reached for her phone. Did 9-1-1 work in a small town like Forever? Yet Milly had said that they didn’t have a sheriff to rely on. Just someone named Jackson Carr. She could call Milly, but as she began to search for her number, the expression on the woman’s face made her stop.

She’s turned on.

What she was watching wasn’t a rape.

She dropped her phone on the bed then, without thinking, sat on the wide windowsill. Uncaring if they saw her—she doubted that they’d notice anything anyway—she leaned against the pane and squinted, trying to see more.

Dark Hair, as she began to think of the man between the woman’s legs, bobbed his head up and down, obviously using his tongue to pleasure the lucky girl. Lucky, the woman, writhed and jerked her arms, but she wasn’t trying to get away. Christy could tell that she wanted to touch them as they were touching her.

The first man, a tall, well-built man, fondled her breast as he nibbled on the other. He bumped his body against Lucky, and even from that distance, Christy could see the enormous bulge in his jeans.

Swallowing, she slipped her hand underneath the waistband of her jeans and over the smoothness of her mons. She parted her pussy lips and pushed her finger into the warm wetness.

Dark Hair was making not only Lucky horny but her as well. She hadn’t had any relationship with a man in a long while, much less a man who would work so hard to feast on her juices. Squirming, she found her clit and started massaging it.

She couldn’t hear what they were saying but gathered what they wanted. Blond Man jerked Lucky away from Dark Hair, yanking off her shoes and jeans puddled at her ankles. Dark Hair yelled something at Blond Man, then started unbuttoning his jeans as Blond Man was doing. Snagging Lucky by the hair, Blond Man threw her across the top of a large trash bin, then shoved his cock at her face.

Even then, if she’d thought Lucky wasn’t a willing participant, Christy would’ve called Milly. But the smile on Lucky’s face said it all.

Christy quickened her rubbing, her body heating up to match the heat between her legs. She trembled as she worked harder, faster, bringing her climax ever closer to completion.

Dark Hair, his cock pointing straight out, took Lucky and forced her rear end over the edge of the bin. Spreading her butt cheeks, he shoved his cock inside her asshole.

He rammed into her and soon Christy’s moans began matching the back and forth motion of Lucky’s body. She brought her hand to her nipple and pinched it, imagining a third man at her breast.

All at once, the faces of the men below changed, turning into Grant and Duncan. Her imagination went wild with the transformation, bringing Lance into the daydream.

“Come on, Lucky. Lance is there, too. Take his cock and pump it.”

Almost as though she’d heard her, Lucky’s arm fell to the side as though reaching for an unseen cock.