Sweet Montana Home Part 9

"Beautiful," Sam said.

"Thanks." She felt the heat flush her face.

"Let's go. I don't want to lose our reservation." Mitch escorted her to the truck and helped her into the cab.

"You made reservations?"

"Yeah, wanted to be sure they had a table when we got there."

Sam drove them the twenty minutes it took to get there. They parked, and Mitch helped her out of the truck. She was soon sandwiched between the two of them. They both held her hands as they approached the front entrance.

She noticed a few people stare but avert their gazes when she returned their looks. It made her nervous, but she refused to let it mar her evening. When they were escorted to her table, she noticed the stares again, but this time she also noticed another set of three sitting not far from them. They could all be family, but she chose to believe they were a threesome like she, Sam, and Mitch were.

"See anything you like?" Mitch asked.

"The rib eye sounds good." She smiled at him.

After the waitress took their order, the men launched into a description of their day. She listened, completely interested in their successful business. They'd managed to keep the ranch going after their parents had retired and even enlarge it some. She was proud of their accomplishments. They were good, hardworking men.

"What are you thinking about over there?" Mitch asked.

"Just that you and Sam have worked hard to make the ranch into what it is today. You have to be very pleased with your efforts."

"We still have a lot of work ahead of us to make it into the best meat-producing ranch in the area." Mitch smiled.

"I can't believe it isn't already."

"Not quite," Sam said.

They settled down to eat their meal and conversation lagged. It was a pleasant quiet, though. She didn't feel the need to keep up small talk as she had when she was with Stewart. Jackie almost dropped her fork. Why was she comparing everything to when she'd been with Stewart? Mitch and Sam were nothing like Stewart, and comparing them was an insult. She vowed to stop doing it. Stewart and her marriage to him were just about history. Good riddance.

"How about stopping by Dirk's Bar for a nightcap and a dance or two?" Sam suggested.

"I'd love to, but I've got to be at work in the morning. I really need to call it a night. Maybe another night?"

"We'll hold you to it." Sam signaled for the check.

"When are you off again?" Mitch asked.

"I'm actually off Sat.u.r.day this week."

"We'll have to plan something special." Mitch reached over and took her hand in his. "Not much longer till you're free and clear of that a.s.shole."

"I'm not going to hold my breath. He's unpredictable. I'm praying that he doesn't mess anything up."

"I'll personally make him sorry if he does," Sam promised.

They stood to leave, and Jackie noticed the other threesome getting ready to leave as well. The woman looked over at her and winked. Jackie had been right. They were together. It gave her just a little bit more strength to hold her head up as they walked out of the restaurant. She had nothing to be ashamed of. They were all just jealous.

The drive home seemed to speed by, and they were pulling into her drive in no time. She enjoyed the closeness of sitting between them in the truck. Granted it made for some major temptation, but she didn't mind. Of course, the men probably did. She bit her lip to keep from smiling.

Mitch helped her out of the truck, holding on to her just a little longer than was necessary. They both walked her to the door. She knew better than to ask them in. They'd end up making out, and she was already weak where they were concerned.

"I had a lovely time. The food was delicious and the company even better." She pulled out her key.

Mitch took it from her and unlocked the door for her. He brushed her breast as he leaned in for a kiss. His lips brushed softly over hers before he nipped at her lower lip. Jackie couldn't help the groan that escaped her mouth. He backed her against Sam but didn't touch her with his hands. Instead, he pressed the entire length of his body against hers and delved between her lips for a deeper kiss.

His hard c.o.c.k pressed tightly against her pelvis. He dipped his pelvis and ran it upward until it rubbed against her c.l.i.t. She drew in a deep breath and pressed back. Sam's d.i.c.k dug deep between the cheeks of her a.s.s leaving no doubt where he wanted to be right then. She pressed back and rolled her hips, delighting in the sharp intake of his breath.

"We've got to stop this before I take you right here on your front porch," Mitch said in a deep voice.

"I could come just rubbing my c.o.c.k against your a.s.s, Jackie." Sam rubbed again.

"I need to go inside and get some rest. Thanks to you two, I'll probably lay awake thinking about you all night. I'll be worthless in the morning at work."

"We aim to please." Mitch kissed her quick and hard then backed up.

Sam turned her around and took his kiss at a more leisurely pace. He sipped at her lips then licked along the seam before placing open mouthed kisses along her jaw line down to her neck. When he drew back, his eyes were dark and lazy.

Jackie knew exactly how he felt. She was so turned on she doubted she'd sleep even if she m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.ed. It wouldn't be enough. Nothing would be now until they buried themselves deep inside her.

Chapter Ten.

They ended up busy with the cattle for the next few weeks, making the month pa.s.s by faster. Sam didn't know how they would have managed otherwise. He and Mitch called Jackie each night and talked for what seemed like hours. The night before the court date, she called them, nervous and worried.

"I'm just so scared he'll do something to screw it up."

"Don't worry so much, baby. He probably wants it as badly as you do by now." Mitch prayed it was so.

"What did you and Mitch do today?"

"Same thing we did yesterday. I don't want to talk about the ranch. I want to talk about you and what you're wearing right now." Mitch hoped to distract her with some much-needed phone s.e.x.

"I just got out of the shower, so all I have on is my robe." Her voice had gone husky.

"Hmm, take off your robe and lie on the bed for me." He pulled out his d.i.c.k and squeezed the base of it.

"Okay, I'm on the bed. What are you doing?"

"I just pulled out my c.o.c.k. It's hard and throbbing."

"Are you stroking it?"

G.o.d, her voice, it was driving him crazy, all husky and low like it was.

"I'm squeezing it to keep from coming too soon. I want to hear you come first. Play with your t.i.ts, baby."

"I'm rubbing and squeezing them. They want your mouth on them," she said.

Mitch stroked his c.o.c.k several times then rubbed the pre-c.u.m around the crown and stroked again. His b.a.l.l.s were already tight. It wouldn't take much more for him to come.

"Are your nipples hard?"

"They're all beaded up, and I'm pinching them. It feels so good. I can feel it all the way to my p.u.s.s.y."

"You've got big b.r.e.a.s.t.s, baby. Can you suck them?" He bet she could. He'd have to get her to do that for him and Mitch one night.

"Mmm, it feels good, but I'll like it better when you and Mitch do it."

"Trust me. We can't wait. I'm stroking my d.i.c.k faster now. I can feel the c.u.m boiling in my b.a.l.l.s. Just thinking about your mouth on your nipples has me hot."

"I wish I could watch you," Jackie told him.

"I'll do it for you anytime you want to watch. Play with your pretty p.u.s.s.y for me. Let me hear you tell me what it feels like."

"Oh, it feels so good. I'm wet and so turned on that if I touch my c.l.i.t, I'm going to come." She moaned over the phone.

Sam pulled harder on his c.o.c.k and shoved a hand into his jeans to roll his b.a.l.l.s. G.o.d, he wanted her. His throbbing d.i.c.k would never last at the feel of her tight p.u.s.s.y wrapped around it. He drew in a deep breath and tried to hold back his climax until she came. He wanted to hear her cry out first.

"Put two fingers in your c.u.n.t, baby. f.u.c.k yourself for me."

"I'm f.u.c.king myself. G.o.d, I want your c.o.c.k inside of me. I'm so wet."

"There you go, baby. f.u.c.k harder, faster. I'm getting close. I want to hear you scream."

"I'm so close. Please let me come, Sam. I need to come."

"Rub your c.l.i.t with your other hand and make yourself come. Do it now."

The next thing he heard was her sharp yell of "yes, Sam" as she screamed out her climax. Sam squeezed his b.a.l.l.s and jerked his c.o.c.k hard and fast. Streams of c.u.m shot out onto his abdomen as he shouted out her name.

"Oh, Sam, G.o.d I want you and Mitch so badly. I never knew I would need someone like this."

"We'll take care of you, baby. Just wait. As soon as the ink is on the paper, we'll f.u.c.k you long and hard." He grabbed some tissue and cleaned up.

"I can't wait," she said in a soft voice.

"Think you can sleep now?" he asked.

"Um hm, but I'll dream of you and Mitch. I do every night now."

"I dream of you, too. Get some sleep. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Night, baby."

He turned off the phone and headed for the shower. His c.o.c.k was still semi-erect. He wasn't satisfied, and wouldn't be until he was buried b.a.l.l.s deep inside of her.

The next day Jackie waited all morning for a call from James telling her the paperwork was signed and she was a free woman. By lunch time, she was a nervous wreck. She contemplated calling him, but decided if he knew anything, he would have called. Something had gone wrong. She'd known it was too good to be true.

She made it to quitting time at three and drove home near tears. She kept expecting for one of the men to call her and ask about the divorce, but they didn't call, either. It hurt a little, but she knew they were busy with the ranch.

To keep from dwelling on everything, Jackie tried reading, but couldn't get into the book, so she started cleaning the bathroom. She kept glancing at her cell phone to be sure she wasn't missing a call and that it really was turned on.

Finally at a quarter till five, James's name and number flashed on the screen when it rang. She nearly dropped the phone picking it up.

"Yes? Please tell me everything is okay."

"You're a free woman. I'm sorry it took so long, but they heard divorce proceedings last."

"But you have the paperwork signed and everything in your hand?" She needed to know for certain.

"It's all legal and in my hands. I'll have your copies ready for you tomorrow by nine if you want to pick them up then," he promised her.

"I'll be by to get them. I'm off tomorrow and Sat.u.r.day. I knew I'd be a nervous wreck, so I took off work. I think my manager wished I had taken off today as well. I was a basket case."

"I'm sorry. I should have called and let you know what was going on."

"That's okay. Everything is okay now. I'm really free."

"I take it you're going to be dating Mitch and Sam." His voice sounded strained.

"Yes, why?" She wasn't sure she liked that he was asking.

"They're good men. I just want you to realize that it won't be easy being in a menage relations.h.i.+p in this town. People are going to talk."

"I appreciate you're being candid about this, but I don't think it's anyone's business."

"I'll take that as not being my business, either. I just wanted you to know that I don't see anything wrong with it, but others might. I'll have those papers ready for you in the morning, Jackie."

"Thanks, James. I didn't mean to be so short. I'm just still getting used to the idea, I guess." She felt guilty now that she had snapped at him.

"No problem. Good night."

They hung up, and Jackie stood there letting it all sink in. She was free. Really and truly free of Stewart and his controlling, selfish, cheating self. Now she wanted to call and tell the men. She dialed Sam's number, but it went to voice mail. She called Mitch next, and it did the same thing. She didn't bother leaving messages. She wanted to tell them in person. She would give them time to get home then go over and surprise them.

Jackie danced to the bathroom and ran a tub full of hot water and sprinkled in some scented bath salts. She slipped into the tub and bathed before just soaking in the warm, scented water. She thought about them and wondered what they were doing that kept them from their phones. Usually they answered her call even if they were busy.

When the water cooled, she climbed out and dried off. Picking out what to wear took her a little longer. She wanted something teasing, but easy to get out of. She hoped they would want to make love tonight. Maybe she expected too much. They'd probably be tired from a long week of working. This was some sort of special time during the year for them on the ranch.

She finally settled on a halter dress that was cut low in the front and could be removed with one b.u.t.ton and a quick zip. She added strappy sandals and brushed her hair out until it shone. She knew they liked it down. They insisted on pulling out the ponytail holder every chance they got.

She glanced at the clock and realized she had another hour before she figured she should head in their direction. Nothing interested her on TV, and the book still didn't hold her captive. She paced back and forth until finally, she felt like if she drove slowly it would be safe to go.