Authors: Dakota Rebel
Sassy’s Studs Copyright © 2014 Dakota Rebel Edited by Michele Paulin and CJ Slate
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By Dakota Rebel
“When did you get back to town?” Colbie asked, shooting a look I didn’t understand at the other man.
“Um, a few weeks ago. Do you both still live here?” I shifted the tray to my other hand and glanced around to make sure my boss wasn’t giving me a dirty look for fraternizing instead of hustling my booze.
“Yeah,” Ryan said, his tone normal again. He ran a hand through his blond locks and gave me a crooked smile. “It’s great to see you. What time does your shift end? Maybe, we could all grab a drink and catch up?”
“That…that would be great,” I stuttered. “I’m off in about two hours. Do you want me to meet you somewhere?”
“We’ll be right here,” Colbie said, his grin wide.
“Emptying my pit of chips, I would imagine.” Mike’s voice sounded behind me, and I jumped, again almost spilling all the drinks on my tray. “You boys had better not be counting tonight. I’ve warned you twice. Anyone else would have been out on their asses by now.”
“No, sir,” Ryan said politely. “We chose the three-deck table. Neither of us is here for trouble.”
“Sassy,” Mike said, his gaze still trained on the men who were sitting back down. “The women in slot pit three look thirsty.”
“Yes, sir,” I said with a nod. “I’m sorry.”
As I walked away, Mike followed me. I was terrified I was about to be fired. I knew better than to spend too long out of the slot rows, but I’d been so caught off guard by Ryan and Colbie I hadn’t realized how long I’d been standing there.
I took a deep breath and turned to face my boss, ready to be scolded. But there was a strange look on his face, certainly not anger. He appeared almost…concerned.
“I know it’s lonely for you here, you don’t have many friends and you live with Barb and me and it must get…uncomfortable for you. You’re an adult, but sometimes, I think your mom still treats you like a kid. I don’t want you to think I’m trying to parent you here, but I just…” He blew out a sigh. “Those two are bad news. Obviously, you know them, but things here are different than when you were in college. Be careful. Your mom and I both want the best for you, we want you to be happy, and we don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Thanks, Mike,” I said slowly. “I promise, we’re just going out for a drink. We’re friends in college, but you’re right, that was a long time ago. You’re also right that I’m an adult, and while I love everything you’ve done for me and for my mom, I’d appreciate it if you don’t try to tell me what to do.”
“I know you mean well. And you are so right. Itislonely as fuck out here. I just want to go let off some steam with a couple old friends. Thank you for your concern, but it’s a beer, not a marriage proposal.” I spun on my heel and headed back toward the bar for fresh drinks, since I’d been wandering around for so long the ice had melted in every glass.
I slammed my tray down on the bar, some of the watered-down booze sloshing over the sides of the glasses. I knew most of my anger was actually due to the frustration of my current situation. I probably shouldn’t have taken it out on Mike, but I didn’t appreciate him trying to step into a role that didn’t really belong to him.
“What was that about?” Mindy asked as she rotated my drinks out for me.
“Mike wants to be my dad,” I said with a shrug. “Neither of us should have let that happen on the floor. I hope no one else saw.”
As much as I wasn’t thrilled with being a waitress, I certainly needed this job and couldn’t afford to lose it over something so stupid.
“I think you’re safe,” Mindy said with a soft smile. “But you’d better get back out there before Daddy goes from concerned to pissed.”
I nodded as I hauled the tray to my shoulder and walked back out onto the floor. I carefully avoided the card pits the rest of the night, both to avoid Mike and to skip the distraction of Ryan Ducheine and Colbie Hammond.
Ryan and Colbie. Talk about a blast from the past. Part of the reason I’d left Nevada in the first place was to get away from them. They’d been my very best friends, but I’d known the longer I stayed around them, the harder it would be not to end up in one or both of their beds. I never wanted to risk our friendships like that. They had been too important to me…too important to each other. It had never seemed worth it to jeopardize all of that. So after graduation, I’d packed up and headed for California.
Now, I was back, and it seemed they had never left. Could we pick up our friendships where they had left off? Surely, we were all different people now. We’d grown up and moved on. Hell, they could be married with kids for all I knew. I hadn’t thought to check either of them for rings on their fingers.
Finally, my shift was over. After clocking out, I headed back toward the blackjack pits, not able to hide the smile that sprang to my lips at the sight of the two men sitting next to each other. I stood back and watched them for a few minutes, drinking in the view.
Ryan was tall, blond and had broad shoulders. A flush crept up my neck as I remembered sitting on those shoulders playing chicken in his parents’ pool what seemed like a hundred years ago. He’d lifted me as if I’d weighed nothing and dropped me over his head, his fingers gripping my thighs to keep me steady. I shook the memory away sadly as I turned to look at his partner in crime.
Colbie Hammond was a stark contrast to Ryan. He was dark haired, dark eyed, shorter and stockier, his body a solid mass of muscle from years of working at his father’s construction company. His fingers went to his mouth, and I sighed to realize he still bit his nails. It was a habit I’d tried to break him of for years. The sound of it used to drive me mad when we were trying to study together. The room would be silent but for the disgusting click, click, click of him biting his fingers to the quick.
“You know, you’re going to get an infection if you keep doing that,” I said as I finally walked up behind them. I reached around and knocked Colbie’s hand away from his mouth. “Plus, it’s gross.”
“I was afraid you were going to ditch us,” Ryan said. He pushed his chips toward the dealer to color up and Colbie followed suit.
As their hands slid across the table to get their tokens, I was oddly relieved to see neither of them sported bands on their ring fingers. I didn’t know why I cared. We were just going to grab a beer. What did it matter if they had wives at home waiting for them?
Both men stood, each holding out an elbow for me. I laughed as I hooked my arms through theirs and let them lead me out of the casino.
“Where should we go?” Colbie asked as we headed for the parking lot.
“I have to go home and change,” I said. “I am not going out looking like a circus performer. Plus, the last time I went out straight from work, people kept trying to order drinks from me.”
Ryan laughed as he steered us toward his car, his free hand pressing the lock button on his key fob. The lights flashed on a beautiful dark Mustang convertible.
“Come on,” he said as he opened the passenger door for me. “We’ll take you to Barbie’s so you can change then we’ll grab pizza and beer. Sound good?”
It sounded like heaven or maybe just like college. I nodded as I climbed into the backseat, letting Colbie take the front. Ryan slid behind the wheel and tore out of the parking lot, lowering the top on the convertible and letting the cool night air rush over us.
It reminded me of when we used to rent sports cars and race each other across the desert. Technically, you weren’t supposed to, and the rental people were always pissed when we brought back the cars covered in dust, but some of the best nights I’d spent with these men were the nights we sped across the sand, playfully flipping each other the middle finger and screaming obscenities into the night as we fought to cross an imaginary finish line first.
Fun was something my life had been missing for a very long time. As I looked between my two best friends sitting in the front seat, I hoped that by the end of the night that void would end and I would finally remember what it was like to have a life.
“Colbie Hammond and Ryan Ducheine, you handsome devils!” My mom swept both men into tight hugs as they walked through the door. “I haven’t seen you boys in weeks. Though to be honest, I thought you’d have shown up for Sassy long before now.”
“We certainly would have if we’d known she was home,” Colbie said.
“Boys,” Mike said gruffly as they both nodded toward him in greeting.
“Well,” I said quickly. “I’ll just run upstairs and change.” I hoofed it for the stairs, wanting to throw on a pair of jeans and run back out the door before my mom or Mike could embarrass me.
I shucked off my dress, tossing it haphazardly into a chair before rifling through my closet for something suitable. Finally, I found my favorite pair of white cropped jeans and a green tank top. I pulled on the clothes and stopped in the bathroom to swipe on some more mascara and brush my teeth.
As I bounded back down the stairs, I stopped halfway. My mother’s voice carried through the house.
“The last time she left was because of you two, and I won’t have it again. You either figure your shit out or you leave her alone. The only time I’ve ever seen that girl happy was when she was with you. And if you can’t suck it up and act like grown men for once in your lives then just go now and don’t ever darken our doorstep again.”
“Barbie, please…” Colbie’s voice sounded pleading. “We never wanted her leave. There was just never a good time to ask her to stay. Neither of us wants to see her hurt. We all know she’s been through enough. I promise you—wepromise you—Sassy is perfectly safe with us.”
“What’s going on?” I asked as I thundered the rest of the way down to the kitchen.
All four of them looked guilty as hell, and I fought not to smirk at catching them talking about me. I didn’t need them to know I’d heard them, and I couldn’t even really be mad. Nothing my mother had said was a lie, and it was bound to come up eventually that I’d left because of them. There was nothing I could say or do to take any of it back. And hopefully, her admission as to my true reason for leaving would keepmefrom having to say it when I was three beers deep and feeling maudlin at the current direction of my life. Having it all out on the table up front was probably for the best.
“Nothing,” Ryan said quickly. “Are you ready?”
“Yup.” I nodded and waved to my mom. “Don’t wait up.”
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, dear,” she answered then very uncharacteristically winked.
I tilted my head and gave her a confused look. Before I could ask what the hell that had meant, Colbie grabbed my elbow and steered me out the door.
I jumped into the backseat of the car, the top being down made it much easier than trying to cram myself behind Colbie’s seat. As the guys got in the car, I decided to address the elephant in the room and get it all over with up front so we could just enjoy our evening.
“So, what were you all talking about?” I asked, attempting to sound innocent.
“I think you already know,” Ryan said as he shifted in his seat to look at me.
“Humor me,” I replied with a shrug. “I’d like your perspective on it.”
“Right now?” Colbie asked, his tone lilting in surprise.
“Better now than a six pack from now when I’m buzzed and might cry.” Drinking always made me overly emotional, and they both knew it so they didn’t argue.
“Fine,” Ryan said, turning over the engine then backing out of the driveway. “Your mother told us that we were the reason you left Vegas and that if we hurt you again she’d castrate us.”
“I don’t think that’s what she said.” Though it made me laugh. “I believe she told you both to man up or take off.”
“Then why did you ask?” Colbie asked.
“I guess I wanted to know which option you’re taking. Are we going out tonight, having a good time, catching up and reminiscing then going back to our own separate lives?” I took a deep breath and steeled myself to say the next part without flinching and without fear. “Or are you both going to man up and be here with me?”
“We are here with you,” Ryan said slowly, as if testing my meaning.
“No, you are in the car with me, but you aren’therewith me.” I couldn’t imagine what had come over me in the last hour, but now that I had them back in my life again, my heart was screaming at my brain to never let them go again. If they wanted to break my heart now was the time to do it, before I allowed myself any glimmer of hope that I could have something real—withbothof them.
Seeing them again had reminded me how very much I loved them both. It had never occurred to me in college that rather than choosing one of them, I could have chosen both of them. But that’s what I wanted. It was almost as if my mother’s words to them had given us all permission. Not that we needed it, but something clicked for me. I could love them both, and they could both love me…if they still did. Hell, if they ever had.
“Sassy, what exactly are you saying?” Colbie asked, turning in his seat to look at me.
“I’m saying, at the end of the street you can turn right and we can all go out and get pizza and beer and catch up, or you can turn left and drive like hell to the desert where no one can hear me scream your names.”
My heart pounded in my chest as we rolled to a stop at the light. Ryan was in the middle lane with no traffic for miles. He could turn either way. Had I made a huge mistake? Maybe, they’d never felt the same way about me that I felt about them. Maybe they had no desire to share me.
What the fuck had gotten into me? I wasn’t the kind of girl who offered her body up to two men at the same time. Though, if it were ever going to be two men, it would certainly be Ryan and Colbie. They were the reason I’d left Vegas, but they were also the reason I had never been able to actually start a life in California. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. I’d lost my heart here, and it had stayed here, waiting for me to come back and get it. To get them.
The light turned green, and I watched Ryan look over at Colbie, the car gently rolling into the intersection. I didn’t see the smaller man move, I didn’t hear him say anything, but my body was rocketed into the side of the car as Ryan swung hard left and flew toward the desert.
Colbie climbed over the seat, his knee striking Ryan in the head before he finally collapsed next to me. I met him in the middle, my hand cupping his face as his fingers threaded through my hair and pulled my mouth against his.
Our tongues collided, danced, licked and tasted against each other. A groan tore through Colbie’s chest as the kiss went on and on. His free hand slid to cup my breast, the thumb stroking my nipple to hardness beneath my tank. I shifted to my knees, crawling so I could straddle his lap. A soft sigh escaped my lips as we came up for air, and I couldn’t help rocking against his erection.
“Jesus, Sassy,” he hissed, his hands clamping around my hips to hold me still. “You’re going to make me come in my pants like some horny teenager.”
“Well, you’ve made me all wet,” I whispered, tracing the shell of his ear with my tongue. “Why can’t I return the favor?”
“Damn it,” Ryan growled from the front seat. “Can’t you two wait five fucking minutes? I’m dying up here.”
I had no idea what had come over me tonight. All I knew for sure was that I wanted these men, and apparently, they wanted me, too. Tomorrow, I might regret it, or I might not, but I wouldn’t lose another opportunity to score with the men I’d loved for years.
“Then you’d better hurry up,” I called back to Ryan. “I haven’t had sex in years, and I think I’m the one who may be dying.”
“Years?” Colbie asked, his hands once again snaking into my dark hair, using it to pull me down to his mouth for another kiss. “How is that possible? You must have had guys lining up to be with you.”
“I’m not exactly the California girl,” I said, fighting to keep derision out of my tone. “I’m an Indian girl from Vegas, not the tall, blonde, thin perfection that people want in LA.”
“Well then, thank God you came home,” Ryan said as he threw the car in park and turned around in his seat. “We were getting sick of waiting for our perfection to come back to us.”
“Sassy,” Colbie said, bringing my attention back to him. “You just… You left. We thought you were mad at us. We thought we must have done something to make you hate us. You never came back; you never called or wrote. What the hell were you thinking?”
Tears pricked my eyes, and I closed my lids to try to contain them. When I opened them again, Ryan had gotten out of the car and was standing on the sand next to us. I gave them both a sad smile.
“I fell in love with you. With both of you. I never thought…” I waved my hand between them. “I never even considered this was an option.”
“You could have said something,” Ryan said.
“I was a kid, and I was scared. I know that I’m late—years and years too late—but I’m here. I’m saying it now. I want you. I want you both so bad.”
Ryan reached into the car and lifted me off Colbie and set me on my feet next to him. His arm wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me against his chest, his free hand tilting my chin up so he could kiss me.
As my mouth opened to him, the sweet yet spicy taste of him washed over me. His tongue was softer than Colbie’s, his kiss deeper and less urgent. It was strange to feel the differences in such a short span of time.
As my wrists locked behind Ryan’s head, Colbie pressed his chest against my back, his mouth working its way up and down my neck.
A moan escaped me and was lost in Ryan’s mouth as both men’s hands roamed over my skin. My pussy flooded with heat and need at the pressure of being between them both. How had this never occurred to me? How had I never even thought of having them both, of all of us making love at the same time, of all of us possibly building a life together? A real life.
A hand reached between my body and Ryan’s, and I felt the button on my jeans being popped and fingers sliding inside. The hand pressed me backward, letting me know that it was Colbie’s digits currently working their way between my legs.
I leaned my head back, resting on Colbie’s shoulder until he looked at me and his mouth was on mine again. Ryan’s head dipped to lick a path across the top of my breasts, his hands cupping my tits, fingers teasing my nipples as Colbie found my clit and squeezed.
My scream rent the air, and only the four arms around me kept me on my feet as my legs buckled in response to the orgasm that ripped through me. My body shook with the force of it, tears leaking down my face as wave after wave of pleasure gripped my body.
It had been so long, so very long since I’d come. I hadn’t even been bothered to bring myself off in months.
“Oh baby,” Ryan said before capturing my mouth for a quick kiss. “I have a feeling this is going to be a long night. You’re coming this hard already and we’ve barely even started. Neither of us have gotten to taste your sweet pussy yet. And I can’t wait to fuck you on the hood of my car. You may have to call in dead tomorrow.”
My knees gave out again at his words, and Colbie laughed deeply from behind me. Yeah, I had no doubt he was right. It was going to be a long night.
“So how is this going to work?” Colbie asked as they let me recover against the trunk of the car. “I mean, yeah the Mustang is hot, but it’s not like there’s a lot of room for maneuvering.”
He wasn’t wrong, the interior was way too small for three people to have sex at the same time. And there was no way I was doing it on the ground. Besides getting sand in uncomfortable places, I couldn’t exactly get in the mood while worrying about snakes and scorpions.
“I think you’ll probably have to go one at a time,” I said with a defeated sigh. “You’re right, there just isn’t anywhere in the car we could all fit at once.”
“Okay,” Ryan said as if he had just thought of something brilliant. “I’m going to bend you over the hood and fuck you from behind, and Colbie can stand next to us and fuck you’re beautiful mouth.”
“Wow, how romantic.” I laughed.
“I didn’t mean… I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to be crass. I just… Fuck, Sassy, we’ve wanted this for so long. In college, we used to talk about how we could get you to agree to be with us both.”
“You did?” I was stunned. Even back then, they’d been willing to share me, and they’d never let me know.
“We were going to ask you after graduation, but you’d already left when we came by Barbie’s house to get you. We had a whole romantic weekend planned, but when you hadn’t even told us you were moving away, we figured that you just weren’t interested in us.” Ryan scuffed at the sand with the toe of his shoe. “We thought we’d lost you forever. And now you’re back and to hear that you want us both. Jesus Christ, Sassy, it’s all we’ve ever wanted.”
“We love you, Sassafras Jones. Will you let us fuck you against the hood of this car?” Colbie asked, his tone serious but his eyes dancing in the light of the full moon.
“Boys, I would be honored if you bent me over the Mustang and made me yours.”
“And then, we’re going to take you back to our house, and we are going to make you ours over and over again,” Ryan whispered as he nipped gently at my collarbone. “If I have to tie you up to keep you there, I will.”
A whimper escaped my chest at the thought of being tied up by them, and I watched as a lazy grin spread across Ryan’s face.
“Would you like that, Sassy? Does the thought of us tying you down make you excited? What about spankings?” His hand lashed out and smacked roughly against my bottom, making me squeak in surprise. “Oh, I think that can be arranged as well. After all, you can’t go completely unpunished for leaving us all alone.”
“Oh baby,” Colbie said as he stepped closer to me and nuzzled my cheek with his nose. “You really are in for a very, very long night.”
My pussy clenched in anticipation as my breath caught in my throat. The twin predatory looks in their eyes was almost enough to make me come again. As sorry as I was that I hadn’t known years ago that they’d had feelings for me, I realized none of us could have handled this then. Not really. The intensity of the moment was still almost too much for me to handle. My twenty-one year old self would have run screaming into the desert when presented with an all-access pass to both of their bodies. To both of their hearts.
Colbie kissed me again, and I melted against him as my hands splayed across his muscular chest, nails digging lightly into him through his shirt. His fingers traced my jaw, my ear, the back of my neck, each touch leaving a trail of heat behind it.
I jumped at the sound of the trunk slamming. I’d been so caught up in Colbie I hadn’t even heard Ryan walk away. When I opened my eyes, I saw the taller man standing next to us with jumper cables in his hands.
I was cut off by Colbie kissing me again. His arms snaked around my waist, and he spun us so he was leaning against the car and I was pressed into his chest. I tried to raise my arms to wrap them around him, but Ryan snagged them and pinned my wrists together. I struggled for a minute, instinct making me flail against his grasp, but another swat to my ass told me stop.
The cool plastic wrapped around my forearms, and Colbie had to hold me to keep my on my feet. I couldn’t believe they were actually tying me up out here in the desert. Thank God no one else was around. It probably would have looked horrific if someone stumbled upon the scene.
With a few stiff jerks to the cables, Ryan had my arms were completely bound together behind my back. Colbie released me and moved so Ryan could bend me over the hood of the car. I turned my face, my cheek resting on the warm metal. I wanted to see them, but they were both standing behind me and I knew better than to try to lift myself up. Though part of me was tempted to see how far Ryan would go with the spanking.
I couldn’t believe that twelve hours earlier I hadn’t even thought of these men, and now, I was tied down in the desert about to be thoroughly fucked by both of them. The pressure in my cunt was so great I tried to press my legs together to create some sort of friction, to get an ounce of relief. They saw me shift, and one of them placed his knee between my thighs, keeping me spread open.
“That’s our job, baby,” Colbie whispered against my ear. “Let us take care of you.”
I nodded, biting my lip to keep from mewling like an animal. I had never been so turned on in my entire life.
A flurry of hands assaulted my clothes, one pair pulling my tank top over my head and making me lift off the hood for a moment. I felt the shirt hanging against the jumper cables at my wrist and said a silent thank you that they hadn’t ripped it off. I really couldn’t go home without a shirt.
The other set of fingers worked my jeans down my legs. I stepped out of my shoes so the pants could be removed then I was helped back into them so my feet weren’t unprotected in the sand. For men who didn’t seem to have planned this, they sure did know what they were doing.
A moment of doubt fluttered through my mind. Were they so good at this because they’d done it before? Were they practiced at taking other women out and sharing them? I squeezed my eyes shut as if I could block out the imagined images of my men taking some faceless woman the way they were about to take me.
“Hey,” Ryan lifted my face, and I opened my eyes to look at him. “What’s wrong? Is this too much? Do you want me to untie you?”
I shook my head, not trusting my voice just yet.
“Sassy, are you okay?”
“I just…how many other girls?” I asked, forcing the words out before I lost my courage to ask.
“Oh, baby. No. No other girls. You’re the only one for us. I promise you, we have never done this with anyone else. We couldn’t have.” Colbie leaned over me and kissed my cheek.
I nodded, wanting to believe them. They really had no reason to lie about it. And it wasn’t as if I was so very experienced. I pushed the worry away. I didn’t want to ruin the mood with my own insecurities.
“Hey, Sass.” Ryan crouched down to look me in the eye. “If we ever do anything you don’t want, anything you’re uncomfortable with, I need you to promise you’ll tell us. Tonight or any other night. If you want to use a safe word or something, that’s cool. Anything that makes you feel more comfortable. We just want to pleasure you. I mean, it is hot as fuck to see you tied up on my car like this, but if you don’t like it, if the cable gets too tight, if you just don’t want to play anymore, say the word and it stops.”
My heart thundered so hard in my chest I was surprised the beat wasn’t echoing off the car. Safe word? How rough did they want to get with me? Part of me was scared, and another part of me was insanely turned on.
“I trust you,” I said softly. “If I say stop, I know you will. But first, maybe we could try starting before we worry about stopping, okay?”
Ryan groaned, leaning forward to capture my mouth as Colbie’s hand landing firmly on my bare ass. The sound of the smack echoed through the empty desert. His fingers slid down my slit and into my soaked channel. I moaned into Ryan’s mouth, and Colbie slowly started pumping in and out of my pussy. His thumb worked circles over clit while another finger played at the tight ring of muscles at my ass.
“I can’t wait to get you home,” Colbie growled in my ear. “To get you soaking wet and lubed up, to watch Ryan slide his cock into your pussy then watch your ass stretch open around mine.” As he talked he pushed a second digit into my cunt and breached my ass with a third. I bucked against the car, losing contact with Ryan’s mouth as I writhed at the intrusions. My orgasm built, tightening every muscle in my body, making me ache for release.
“You look so sexy with your hands bound and Colbie’s fingers inside you,” Ryan said, his voice hoarse. “My dick is so fucking hard right now.” I turned back to look at him and saw he had pulled himself free of his pants and was slowly stroking his shaft, pre-cum glistening in the moonlight. I tried to inch over, wanting so badly to lick his tip, but he took a step back as he used his thumb to spread the drop around his crown.