Chapter 9: Chapter 9

VADA

I ran down the path to the barn, glad to escape from the old lady. Mrs. Beckett was sweet and kind, but I didn’t need instructions on how to please a man.

And I definitely didn’t need the information about sex during pregnancy.

The barn door was propped open. Jake was leaning over the engine, rubbing the back of his head while he mumbled to himself.

His denim shorts hugged his sexy ass, triggering a wave of arousal between my legs.

I thought I was going to combust when he and Garrett were sucking on my nipples. And when Jake pinned me against the van and kissed the heck out of me?

Well, let’s just say my panties were more than a little wet.

I tiptoed across the concrete floor and wrapped my arms around his broad chest, pressing my body against his back.

“Hello there,” he said.

“How’s the car look?”

“We should be able to salvage quite a few parts.”

“I guess we better get to work then,” I whispered, slipping my fingers under the waistband of his shorts.

“What are you doing, Vada?”

“Getting to work.”

He straightened up and slammed the hood shut before turning to face me. My thighs trembled, nervous excitement coursing through my veins when his dark eyes bore into me with pure, animalistic lust.

He lifted me onto the hood of the car, his mouth crashing down on mine while he pushed my thighs apart with his knees.

I released a guttural moan when he pressed his hard cock against my aching pussy, his tongue plunging forcefully between my lips.

“I need,” I gasped, bracing my hands on either side of me while I sucked in a big gulp of air.

“Need what?” he growled, the scrape of his stubble across my jaw sending a jolt of electricity straight to my clit. “Tell me, baby.”

“I need you to touch me, Jake,” I panted. “Make me cum.”

“I’m not gonna fuck you here,” he whispered. “We’ll save that for later. But I’m dying to eat your pussy.”

“Oh yes,” I begged. “Please.”

“Lift your ass,” he ordered, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my pink cotton shorts.

I leaned back on my elbows while he slid my shorts and thong down, pulling one leg free so I could spread my thighs for him.

He gazed hungrily at my dripping goods. “You’re beautiful, Vada,” he rasped, lifting his head.

Our eyes locked briefly in a heated stare. I hooked my arms under my knees, pulling my thighs back so my pussy was on full display.

A low growl rolled off his chest, his eyes dropping to take in what I was offering while he licked his lips. He blinked rapidly, leaning in closer when he spotted my tattoo.

“I like it,” he said in a husky whisper, rubbing his finger over the pink snake lying in the crease between my thigh and labia.

“It’s an African hairy bush viper,” I explained.

He ran his index finger up and down my slit, coating his finger in my juices.

“Stop teasing me, Jake.”

He brought his finger up to his lips and sucked it clean before he went back for more, delving deeper into my folds this time, but avoiding my clit.

“Please, Jake,” I begged.

“Do you like the taste of pussy?” he asked gruffly.

“Yes.”

“Open up,” he ordered, bringing his finger to my lips.

I sucked his finger clean, pretending it was his cock.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “Keep those legs spread nice and wide.”

He dragged my ass to the edge of the hood and buried his face in my pussy, drawing my clit between his teeth. My cries echoed through the barn while he ravished me like a madman.

I wasn’t expecting Jake to be rough and aggressive. But I definitely liked it.

I watched as he lifted his head, his mouth covered in the balm of my arousal. He pushed two thick fingers inside me, spreading me open.

I threw my head back, my eyes fluttering closed while he fingered me, his long digits reaching my G-spot. Heat drifted through my belly, settling between my legs like a slow simmering fire.

He added a third finger, my vag burning with pleasurable pain while he stretched me, thrusting hard and fast.

A tiny scream escaped my lips, my ass sliding back and forth across the slippery metal.

“Tonight, this will be my cock,” he promised, sliding his fingers out and replacing them with his tongue. “Then you’ll really be screaming.”

I let go of my knees, bracing my feet on the car so I could grab the back of Jake’s head. He pushed his tongue inside me while I thrust against his face.

The pressure was building in my pelvis. I needed to cum. I tried to shift my body to get some friction on my clit and almost slipped off the edge of the car.

Jake planted his hand firmly on my hip, holding me in place while he teased my clit with light flicks of his tongue.

“Jake,” I moaned. “I need to cum. Please.”

I rolled my head to the side, a flash of movement in the partially open door catching my attention.

Evan was watching!

Our eyes met. The thrill of being watched pushed me over the edge.

A series of long-drawn-out moans fell from my open mouth while my body jerked against Jake’s face, a powerful orgasm rumbling through my body.

I collapsed back onto the hood, my thighs trembling before my legs went flaccid. Jake was still down there, licking up the liquids pouring from my body.

“Are you gonna make it?” he teased.

“I’m not sure,” I panted. “That was amazing. I’ll definitely be returning the favor later.”

“I’m not gonna turn down that offer,” he chuckled, sliding my panties and shorts up.

“Let’s get this car stripped,” I suggested, jumping down from the hood. “The sooner we get done, the sooner we can check into the hotel and fuck.”

“I’m down with that,” he said. “What did the old lady wanna talk to you about?”

“She assumed we were newlyweds for some reason. And she wanted to tell me how to keep you satisfied in the bedroom.”

“That’s interesting,” he mused, popping the hood. “Did she have any helpful pearls of wisdom?”

“Not exactly.” I disconnected the battery while Jake organized our tools on the workbench.

“She said it’s a wife’s duty to service her husband whenever he requests it, regardless of whether she’s in the mood.”

“That’s not surprising,” he said. “She’s from a different generation.”

“Women didn’t have orgasms in the old days?”

“I’m sure they did.”

“I’m pretty sure Mrs. Beckett has never had one.”

“All of those wires have to be disconnected,” he instructed. “Why do you think she’s never had an orgasm?”

“She told me to lie on my back, brace my feet on the bed, and be quiet until you were done,” I laughed.

“She advised me to take a pain pill before bed every night, because sex can be uncomfortable if the man is too tired to get his wife properly aroused and lubricated.”

“George Beckett needs a kick in the ass,” he muttered, shaking his head.

“Oh yeah,” I agreed. “He’s a selfish asshole. She said he would fuck her every day when she was pregnant, regardless of how she was feeling.

“And he even made her have sex when she was on her period.”

“Gross.”

“Agreed. No matter how horny I am, there is no way I’m doing that.”

“Speaking of that,” he said, glancing up at me. “Uh, how many days a month should we expect you to be out of service?”

“I hardly ever have periods. The birth control I’m on makes it so you only have a few light periods a year.”

“Until you stop taking it.”

“Why would I stop taking my birth control?”

“Don’t you wanna have a baby?”

“Not anytime soon.”

~Or ever.~

“No pressure, sweetheart,” he said. “We’re just starting our relationship. It’s way too soon to talk about babies.”

“Ya think?” I snorted. “Although you guys did ask me to marry you before you’d even fucked me.”

“We asked you to come on a road trip to get to know us,” he clarified. “No commitment has been made by either party.”

“Evan wants to back out, doesn’t he?”

He grabbed a rag and wiped the grease from his fingers. “He’s concerned that you aren’t as innocent as he had hoped.”

“He knew I wasn’t a virgin,” I laughed. “He caught me in the act when I was sixteen.”

“Yes. But sex with a teenage boy in the back seat of his mom’s Toyota is a lot easier for him to come to terms with than bisexual relationships and anal sex.”

“Don’t you guys want someone experienced?”

“We all have different needs and preferences in the bedroom,” he explained. “This transmission is no good.”

“That’s too bad,” I said.

“Yeah. I was really hoping it would be in better shape.”

“How does that work with you guys?” I asked.

He frowned as he stared under the hood. “How does what work?”

“You said you guys all have different needs and preferences in the bedroom. What happens when you’re in there together?”

He lifted his head, his intense stare sending shivers up my spine.

“Your pleasure will be our number one priority, Vada,” he promised. “We’ll worship your body. But only when you want us to. We have no desire to make love to a woman who doesn’t wanna be there.

“It will never be your ~duty~. Now, that being said, there’s three of us and one of you. So if you don’t have a healthy sexual appetite, you might wanna speak up now.”

“I have a ~very~ robust sexual appetite,” I whispered. “I’d be more concerned about whether you old guys can keep up with me.”

He cocked a brow, an amused smirk spreading across his mouth. “Is that a challenge, sweetheart?”

“You betcha.”