Patty's Homecoming, page 22
part #1 of Montana Wranglers Series
“Considering how relaxed he looked, damn straight.” Corbin nodded. Another kiss to her lips and he pulled from her body, letting her down onto her feet. “I think round two should be without all clothing and on the bed. I didn’t mean to be so rough with you, Tisha, you okay?”
“I think so too.” She patted his chest and pulled back with a grin. “I know so, actually. I loved the way that it felt. I really and truly think that we need to make sure that we are able to do this often. I really, really loved the feeling of being taken so roughly. I think we should try to do that more often.”
“Well I will willingly jump your bones any time I come home,” he smiled. With a quick jerk, he had his jeans back up around his hips and did up a couple buttons to keep them up. Grabbing her bag and her pants, he waved her toward the back of the house and the bedrooms.
“Well that’s a good damn thing. I want that. I think that would be utterly wonderful if you would both jump me every single time that you could. Every time that you both come home and aren’t dropping from exhaustion I’m totally good with you both jumping me. Fucking me blind.”
“Damn,” he breathed out. He’d stumbled, she’d heard it, tripping over his own two feet, likely. “Woman, you can’t say shit like that out of the blue. It’s enough to have a man falling down at your feet and begging just for that very thing.”
“Well hell, that’s the whole reason that I said it when I did, to have you stumbling over your feet. To have you fucking me blind, darling. I love it when you both fuck me. So very, very much. When you are both seesawing in and out of me. One of you in my pussy, one in my ass. Oh yes. Please.”
His arm wrapped around her tight, yanking her back against him. “Get naked, fast,” he growled in her ear. They were just coming into the bedroom. Blake was in there and walking out of the bathroom, a bit of steam following his trail.
“Naked is damn good.” Patty looked to where Blake was and licked her lips. Peeling out of her shirt and tossing her bra, she looked at both men. “I think that we need to all get naked. Come on, Cor, you are the only one who is left with clothes on, darling mine.”
Blake shot her a look and cocked a brow. He just kept drying his hair as he watched her stripping down, his eyes hungry if slightly confused. “I obviously missed something by taking a shower,” he commented, tossing the towel aside.
“I was thinking that I needed you both. That I wanted you both inside of me again. I really, really love the way that it feels, the way that it feels when you are both inside of me.” Licking her lips, she shivered. “Corbin did just enough to whet my appetite and now I want you both.”
His lips twitched as his eyes went behind her and then back again. “I think we can handle that, I know I’m up for it.” He tossed the towel around his hips to the side and moved toward her. Catching her hands, he pulled her in close to him and kissed her.
Patty kissed him back. She was desperate and needful in the kiss. When she pulled back, she licked her lips. “I guess I am just insatiable.” Her hands moved up and down his chest, nails raking very lightly over his chest as she did so. “I really, really think that we should all get together and make love. What do you think?”
“Anything and everything you want,” he said, his voice deeper, rougher. Pulling on her hands, he backed toward the bed. Just as they reached it she felt the brush of Corbin’s body at her back, his hands settling on her hips.
“That’s very, very good.” Patty leaned back against Corbin and let her hands move over Blake. “It’s very good that you boys will give me everything that I want, when I want it. I love that you both want and need me every single bit as much as I want and need you, as well.”
“More,” Corbin told her, his hands sliding down to her ass and spreading her cheeks. His cock rubbed between them, over her anus but didn’t penetrate. “On the bed, Tisha. I need you again, woman, and then after we’ll chat more.”
“Sounds good.” She whimpered. “Get the lube. I want you inside of my ass sooner rather than later.” That was one thing that the boys loved about her, she never hesitated in telling them just what she thought and felt at any one given moment in time. “I need. God, I need.”
Blake released her hands and Corbin urged her onto the bed. They left her to crawl into the middle, Blake moving to the side table. From the drawer he pulled out the tube of lube and sat on the bed. When she settled on her belly, he spread her buttocks and squirted some of the cold gel into her anus, the slight chill causing a shiver to run through her.
“Easy,” he whispered as his finger pressed to her ass and inside, working the lube in deeper before more was applied and pushed in and around her hole. She saw the tube hit the side table and skid slightly before stopping against the base of the lamp.
Their hands on her had her turning, facing Corbin. Blake was taking her ass, a rarity. He seemed to prefer seeing her face when they made love or just plain fucked. But today he was going to take her from behind as Corbin took her pussy again. His cock was hard against her mound as he pulled her in closer, lifting a leg over his hip. The head rubbed to her clit, teasing her and making her even wetter than she’d been.
Blake’s heat was at her spine, his cock rubbing through the lube in her ass crack. His work-roughened hands cupped her ass and spread her wide, the head of his cock pressing to her ass and then slipping inside. As he began to press inside, Corbin’s cock slid into her pussy, one hard, smooth thrust to fill her just as Blake filled her ass.
Pure and intense pleasure filled Patty. She arched and pressed her breasts to Corbin’s chest and her ass tighter against Blake. “Jesus,” she cried out with a low and growly moan of pure pleasure. “That feels so good.” She needed it. God, she needed these men taking her so badly. “More.” She demanded of her lovers.
Their first thrusts weren’t very coordinated but soon enough they fell into a pattern. In and out, stretching her and then slipping away. Corbin’s one hand came up to cup a breast, flicking her nipple and rolling it tightly between his fingers.
This was what she had missed, having both men loving her as they were, and it was just that. It was love. This went beyond sex and into pure and intense emotional connections that she never, ever wanted to let go of. “Perfect.” She heard herself breathing out quietly.
They took and they gave. Every stroke of their hands, every brush of their lips told her how much they loved her. Every touch spoke of just how much they cared and treasured her. Every nip of their teeth proved just how far gone into the moment they were as they drove their cocks in deeper, harder.
She could swear she felt their souls brushing, the three of them connecting on a level that was truly soul deep. A low moan escaped her, a moan of pure pleasure and need. “That feels so good.” She loved when they were all together, just as much as they loved it, she was sure. If not more, that was.
Corbin bent his head and kissed her hard, his tongue thrusting deep. Sucking her tongue into his mouth, he teased it and rolled her nipple harder. Tugging on the tight bud, he thrust harder, deeper as he pulled her leg up higher over his hip.
Patty’s body was theirs to control. She moved with them, loved with them and sobbed her pleasure as they hit that deepest part of her body that had her flying up and into the skies. Her orgasm hit her hard and fast.
Their shouts mingled with hers before they all seemed to slump into a heap of heated and relaxed flesh. Breathing was loud in the room, each of them gasping for air even as she saw Corbin’s lips curl in a slow grin. Hell, he even threw her a lazy-looking wink before sucking in a big breath and letting it out slowly.
She was a boneless heap between them, a silly grin on her lips and happiness all but bubbling from her in waves. It took her some time but finally she patted Corbin’s chest, smiled, and whispered. “Damn that was good, boys. If it’s going to be like this every time I take one of you boys out for twenty-four hours then I am so going to do it more often.”
“Pretty much count on it,” Blake muttered behind her. There was a squeeze to her hip before he moved, apparently stretching if she guessed right. Then his heat was up against her spine once more and he dropped a kiss on her shoulder.
“That’s a very, very good thing.” Patty was yawning once more, her eyes watering as she did so. “So good.” She mumbled. “Good night, though. This filly is one worn-out gal. Sleep is screaming for me right now.”
Corbin moved slightly and pulled up the blankets. “Then sleep,” he told her as he settled down once again. “But know that we’ll both be out of here early. We’ll wake you as usual,” he said. Pressing a kiss to her lips, he cupped her face in a gentle hand. “I love you. Sleep well, Tisha.”
“Sounds good to me.” She yawned lightly and then began to snore lightly as she drifted off into a deep slumber.
Chapter Fourteen
Two weeks later…
“Excuse me, Miss Graymont,” one of the hands, Freddy she was sure it was, said to her. “Your father was looking for you, ma’am. He wants you to come up to the house when you have a moment. He said not to rush, but not to take too long or he’d be likely to forget.” He quickly grinned before he flicked the rim of his hat and hurried off.
Patty had to laugh at that. Leave it to her dad to be so vague and so demanding, all rolled into one. She watched Freddy scurry off and shook her head. Wiping her hands on the ass of her jeans, she grabbed her hat and headed off to her father’s, taking the car instead of the horse like she had been doing lately.
Watching her, he pulled out once there was enough of a dust trail. He had to time this right and, if she drove like she usually did, he’d get her right where he wanted. Following for a time, he gauged her speed and smiled. Perfect.
Taking a rutted lane, one of the many across the various chunks of land, he sped up. His teeth were rattling in his head but that was fine, it was all worth the payoff at the end. Pressing down on the accelerator, he kept the count in his head even. This would take perfect timing and, if he’d done his homework, she’d be coming right out in front of him…
Impact! Grunting as he plowed into her car, he kept his accelerator pedal to the floor and shoved her off the road. Her car rolled into the ditch and landed upside down. Braking, he backed up and got his truck turned the right way. He’d have to be fast. Sound carried out there in the open. Someone may have heard the crunch of the crash, but by the time they arrived, it would be too late. They’d be gone and his boss would be paying him handsomely for bringing the bitch to heel.
* * * *
The impact of the other truck hit her so fast that she didn’t even realize what happened until she was rolling head over ass and into a ditch. She moved slightly, and cried out with the pain that shot through her from toes to head. A sob escaped her and then the foggy thought of, are the others okay? The people that hit her, were they okay? “Help” she called out weakly, spat some blood out, and then cried out again, “Help?”
The crunch of gravel reached her ears along the pings of dirt and rocks hitting the car frame. A pair of boots appeared in the window, and given she was hanging upside down, it was a little disconcerting. Metal screeched and her door was wrenched open. A knife appeared and cut through her seatbelt at her shoulder and hip, releasing her onto her head. A hand grabbed her arm and yanked her out of the vehicle and just kept pulling. “I got you now, bitch, he’s going to be so happy to see you, so damned happy.”
“Trevor?” Patty whispered the name in confusion. What in the name of God was he talking about? “Thank you for getting me out.” She still hadn’t realized the deep shit she was in. “Are the other people okay? The ones that hit me?” She was slurring her words, likely due to a concussion, but still it was pretty shitty of him to grow a second body and move around on her like he was.
He just kept dragging her, up out of the ditch, to the road, and then he tossed her, literally tossed her into the truck. Sliding in next to her as she tried to push the hair from her eyes, he gave her a chilling smile. “You really are the dumbest broad around aren’t you? I hit you. I’m getting paid a lot of money by Mr. Trevino to drag your ass back to him. He’s very, very upset with you and you are going to pay for all you did. Now”—he reached over and slapped her across her face, hard—“shut up and sit still, this won’t take long.”
For several minutes, Patty was dumbfounded. She looked at Trevor with that look of “WTF?” but then she snapped out of it. Fast. She began to move, hitting Trevor and trying to grab for the wheel as she did so. When she got another backhand, she then changed directions. She began to fight for the door to release, to open, but the locks wouldn’t undo. What was wrong with this fucking truck?!
A hard yank to her hair had her squawking and she was on her ass on the floorboards, staring up at him. “You just can’t listen, can you? That’s all right, Mr. Trevino will teach you to listen, like you should have learned the first time around. You think that was bad, just wait until he starts teaching you this time around. You’d best listen, bitch, he only has so much patience and you have sorely been trying his of late.”
Gathering up spittle and blood, she spat on him before shouting, “Fuck you!” She would never submit. They would have to fucking kill her first. She would never give in or give up to this motherfucker, ever. She was a fighter and wouldn’t give up. Using her nails, she raked scores across Trevor’s face and fought all the harder even though she hurt like hell.
A hand in the middle of her chest shoved her hard into the passenger side door, the truck swerving hard back and forth as he fought for control. “Fucking bitch!” he screamed. Then he slammed on the brakes, the momentum throwing her into the dashboard. A door opened and then slammed shut, gravel crunched and the door on her side was yanked open. A hard hand in her hair started to pull her toward the opening. “I’ll fucking teach you your motherfucking place, bitch.”
Patty had waited for this opening. She might have been beaten and banged around but she knew this land. She knew the hiding places that no one from the city would ever know and she knew how to fight. She had only been toying before just so that she could give him a false sense of hope, but now, hell yes, now she was going to do whatever it took to get away.
Moving into a low crouch, she spat blood onto the ground and looked up at him. “Fuck you,” she growled. Sweeping her feet in a move taught to her after three years in self-defense and Aikido, she swept the asshole’s feet from under him and took him to the ground. She didn’t stand to gloat though, instead she turned and began to run.
* * * *
“Fuck!” Blake stormed out of the house and turned to Corbin. “Anything?” he asked.
Shaking his head, Corbin ran up to him and stopped, “Nothing.”
“Fuck!” Turning, Blake eyed the house, and then looked at the ground. A rain the night before had dampened the ground, the sun baking off the top layer. There were two sets of treads, his truck and Tish’s car. There were boot prints from him and Corbin and a smaller set of footprints, likely her runners from the look of the markings.
“Where the hell is she?” Corbin asked.
“I don’t know, but we’re going to find her.” His gut was churning with the bad feeling. He’d had it nearly as soon as Daniel, her father, had said he’d been waiting for her for over an hour. Not like his girl to make him wait that long and it was true, Tish was punctual and, more often than not, early for everything. “She didn’t go by the main road.”
“She wouldn’t,” Corbin interrupted. “She knows it’s faster most of the time to take the back roads and come in to the house from the north fork. She knows these lanes as well if not better than we do.”
Blake pointed at him. “Take your truck and do a run along the main road, just in case, and then come up the north fork from the farm. I’ll take the road she normally does and we’ll either meet up with nothing and go from there, or find her sitting there waiting for roadside assistance to come with gas.”
“You think she ran out of fuel?” Corbin had a hopeful look on his face.
So hopeful that Blake couldn’t crush it, not until he knew why his instincts were screaming. “With her, it’s definitely possible. Hell, with how she drives she could have blown a tire and is sitting there yelling at the lug nuts because they won’t turn like she wants them to.”
His eyes still looked worried but Corbin laughed at that. “Sounds just like her.” Turning, he went to his truck and hauled ass out to the highway.
Swallowing, Blake settled his hat on his head more and stomped to his truck. “You’d better be just fine, Tish. So help me God, if you’re not,” he muttered. Cranking over the engine, he peeled from the parking area, a spray of dirt and gravel in his wake.
* * * *
Tish ran as hard as she could. Pausing from moment to moment, she hid behind trees and checked where she was, compared to the skyline. She grinned. Trevor was an idiot, through and through. Fool didn’t take her far enough from her daddy’s ranch or her home with the boys.
After catching her breath she shifted direction and began to run toward the road, not planning on getting on it, but run alongside it until she could hear a vehicle.
Ten minutes later the crunch of gravel sounded before very definite skidding. A slam of a door. “Tish!” Blake’s voice reached her. Footsteps pounded close and, when she turned, he was there lifting her up into his arms and squeezing her close to him. His breathing was harsh, his heart thundering against her chest and his arms, so snug around her.
Wrapping her arms around Blake, she was shaking. “Trevor.” She shakily forced the word out. “Working for Trevino. Gotta get out of here. Dangerous,” she cried. “Truck. Gone.” She was gasping for air, wheezing and trying to pull Blake back to the truck.
“Trevor, he did this?” he asked, staring at her face. His fingers were on her chin. His attention seemed to be on her mouth, where she was bleeding. “Son of a bitch,” he cursed at her nod. Grabbing her hand, he raced with her back to the truck. They were nearly there when the crack of a gunshot reverberated around them. Blake stumbled and then crumpled, falling to his knees and then landing face-first in the dirt. His hold on her hand dragged her down with him.
