Page 19 of Fires Creek
“Am I interrupting something?” he slurred.
“Always,” I teased.
Jonas took a sip of his whiskey, a cheeky smirk slowly commandeering his mouth. Teddy twirled me around between them, removing his Akubra and placing it lazily atop my head. “Much better, Peach,” he observed with a nod of approval. His mouth met mine, the kiss hungry and deliberate.
Jonas’s hand guided me closer to Teddy until our hips sat flush, then he ground himself against me. Pools of heat welled in my cunt as the sensation of their skin on minesent goosebumps across my flesh. I kissed them both before spinning myself out of their embrace and floating towards Hannah – who was currently mid face-battle with Link across the diner. I peeled her away from him, stealing her for a dance.
“Ahem!” I cleared my throat in an obnoxiously playful manner as I wiggled up to Hannah and Link.
Hannah peeled herself away from him with a groan. “Can I help you, Ma’am?” She asked with a dramatic eyeroll. Link laughed, releasing her from his hold. He twirled her around and placed a final, delicate kiss on her plump, cherry lips.
“You were off gettin’ yours honey, figured I’d get me a little something too.” She shimmied her shoulders into me, letting me steal her away from her man for a dance.
“Look at those two,” she chuckled, pointing to my boys. I glanced in their direction, soaking in the sight of them dancing together. Teddy wasn’t much shorter than Jonas, but the difference in their frames was evident when they were so close.
Jonas soared over 6 feet tall, where Teddy just cut in. Both of my boys were in their Wranglers and Ariats, but just their outfits alone showed their differences.
Teddy’s R.M. Williams t-shirt clung to his chest. The fabric stretched across his chest, before falling down his hard stomach and tucking into his belt – exposing his PBR Championship belt. The faded blue Wranglers sat low on his hips, accentuating his muscular ass as they cascaded down his legs, meeting the intricate patterns that adorned his dusty, well-worn boots. Everything about him was just dishevelled enough that he always had a ‘bad boy’ demeanour. His hair fell messily across his face, now freefrom the restraints of his hat – which had found a new home on my head.
Several silver rings framed his calloused hands, each an ode to his bull-riding days – except one. The simple band that rested on his left middle finger was a new addition. He had it made several weeks ago, along with the tiny tattoo that now rested next to it on his fourth digit: “R.J.”
My eyes trailed to Jonas, who had his hands curled in Teddy’s. I scaled his thick, muscular arms, and followed the lines of the dark, flannel shirt that covered his torso. The collar slightly up-turned, resting neatly beneath his well-groomed beard. His hair kept short beneath his hat, which was dipped low on his head, casting shadows across his brows. His jeans – like Teddy’s – were well-worn and fit just right; the denim clung to his thighs for dear life. Where Teddy’s boots were dusty, Jonas’s were polished.
Teddy’s deep, growly laugh snapped me out of my trance. My head jerked up and I took in the sight of my men. Jonas twirled Teddy around the dance floor in a bridal waltz, while the two of them laughed hysterically as they argued over who would be the lead. Teddy seemed to have lost that battle considering he was currently being dipped into a kiss by Jonas. I couldn’t help but smile at them.
“Red, get your ass over here and show this idiot how it’s done!”
I spun away from Hannah, leaving her to return to Link – who was currently dancing with someone’s Nana. Gliding across the dance floor, I slid into the warm embrace of my men. The music ripped through my bones and took hold of my feet as I let myself fall into rhythm.
“Babe,do you know where my fuckin’ lighter is?” Teddy called from the balcony. I sighed, shaking my head as I walked to meet him outside, lighter in hand.
“Dude, you need to remember where you put your shit,” I chuckled, and handed him the lighter.
“Then what do I have you for, sweet boy?” he purred, wiggling his eyebrows as he sparked his cigarette.
River stumbled through our bedroom door, a huge package in her hands that made her seem even smaller.Our girl was not gifted in the height department. She was our perfect little package.
“Peach. What the actual fuck is that?” Teddy asked, taking a deep drag of his cigarette.
“I will have you know, Theodore, this is a very important artifact,” she said, beaming as she tore into the package. Her eyes lit up like a fucking Christmas tree as she pulled a giant, dragon-esque strap-on from the box.
I’m not joking when I tell you that since we officiallybecame… whatever it is we were, she had beenhoardingtoys. It’s been a year. You can do the math on how many fuckingtoys we had.
“Uh… whatcha got there, Red?”
Her honey-like eyes glowed beneath her thick, brown lashes, and her smile only accentuated her delicious dimples. “I wanted to try something different. My current one is boring, and it’s my birthday!” she explained, inspecting the toy thoroughly before meeting our gaze with a feral look that took over her face.
“Current one? You have an entire drawer full of shit, Red. And your birthday isn’t for a week!” I exclaimed, laughing and shaking my head. These two would be the death of me.
Teddy smiled devilishly, his cigarette held between his lips. I don’t know why that was always so sexy, but my cock throbbed painfully against my shorts at the sight.
His voice came out deep and gravelled as he said, “Come on, let her have her fun, Jonas. We both know you prefer to take me anyway.”
“Alright boys, who’s first?”
My hands instinctively found their own way across Jonas’s gorgeous chest as I trailed kisses down his throat. Iknewthis man's body.
“God, baby, you’re so perfect,” I moaned against his ear.
