After he dropped Ramon off at his daughter’s, Paul checked the time and headed back into the center of town. He had to talk to Julia and work out what they were going to take to eat at Luke’s. Paul shifted in his seat as his cock swelled. He’d barely managed to get out of the old store with his dignity intact.

If Luke had bothered to keep looking at Paul’s cock, he would have noticed that he was ready for more immediately after he’d come the first time. Paul stared down at his groin and pictured Luke’s long fingers bringing him to a climax, his cum covering those fingers as he climaxed so hard he’d wanted to bite down on Luke’s neck and mark his skin.

“Shit.”

He just remembered to stop at a red light. The problem was, he’d never been able to get enough sex to satisfy himself. Julia kept him real busy, but he really liked sex about four times a day and that was just unnatural. As a teenager, he’d like to think of himself as a kind of stallion with a whole bunch of mares just waiting for him to fuck them. But unlike most teenagers, he’d never seemed to get out of the constantly hard horny phase.

He eased the truck forward and flicked on his right-turn signal. When Julia told him that Luke wanted to dominate her, his own reaction had been so intense, he’d wondered what the hell was wrong with him. He sighed as the old lady in the white Buick in front of him dithered over which lane she wanted and drove down the middle of the lane divider.

When Luke had jacked Paul off, all he could think about was both him and Julia on their knees in front of Luke…both of them doing whatever Luke told them to. Hell, if Luke had told him to go down on his knees earlier, he probably would’ve done it. And that was the real problem—it wasn’t the first time he and Luke had given each other a hand, so to speak, but he’d never taken another man’s cock in his mouth, never wanted to until he’d seen Luke again.

Paul sighed and found a parking spot between the bank and the corner of Keystone and Main. What would Julia think if he told her what he’d imagined doing with Luke, and more to the point, what would Luke think?

With a soft curse, Paul readjusted the fit of his jeans, opened the truck door and climbed down. Luke probably hadn’t even noticed his confusion, and perhaps that was for the best until Paul made up his mind what the fuck he was doing. Jeez, Luke might be disgusted by the very idea of Paul doing anything to him. He eyed the façade of the bank and checked his watch. Ten minutes until Julia finished up, so he might as well go and order up some take-out food. Even though he couldn’t focus on anything much right now except the upcoming evening with Luke and Julia, a man still needed to keep his strength up.

Julia stared at her reflection in the employee’s bathroom and applied some fresh lipstick. Her color was high, her nipples hard, and her body wanted sex. Her cell buzzed in the pocket of her pants and she took it out and flipped it open.

“Paul?”

“Julia.”

She went still as she recognized Luke’s voice. “Isn’t this Paul’s cell?”

“Yeah, it is. He loaned it to me so I could call you. Where are you? You sound all echoey.”

She smiled even though she knew he couldn’t see her. “I’m putting on lipstick in the bathroom.”

“Yeah?” He paused for so long that she could hear her heart racing. “I like the idea of your lipstick around my cock.”

“You do?” God, she sounded like some lame teenager. “It’s called True Red.”

“Even better.” He paused again and she found herself gripping the phone. “Are you all by yourself in there?”

“At the moment, yes.”

“Good, then you won’t mind sliding your fingers into your pussy and making sure it’s all nice and ready for me, will you?”

Julia stared at her reflection, saw the lust in her eyes and closed them. Clutching the phone tightly to her ear with her left hand, she used her right to unbutton her pants and slide her fingers inside her panties.

“Are you wet, Julia?”

“Yes. I’m very wet.”

“How many fingers can you get inside?”

She slid her fingers lower, moaned as they met no resistance, only a slick, wet welcome. “Three. God…”

“Thumb your clit, make sure it’s primed and ready to come for me.”

Julia did as he told her to, her harried breathing echoing in the small space.

“That’s good, Julia. I’ll see you in a while.”

Luke cut the connection so abruptly she almost jumped. She heard voices in the hallway and quickly did up her pants and washed her hands again. Thank God it was the end of the day. She didn’t think she could stand the sexual anticipation for another second.

She emerged from the bathroom and went back to her office. Dave was putting a new file on her desk and he glanced up at her.

“This is the paperwork for Mr. Warner. He said his family owns the old drugstore on the corner of Main and that he’s doing it up. Is that right?”

“Apparently.” Julia gave Dave her most professional smile and dumped the new file in her inbox, ready to send it on to Mr. Glynn for the ultimate approval.

Dave grinned. “Well, seeing as he only deposited five thousand bucks into his current account, he’s not going to get very far. He’ll be tapping us for a loan next.”

“And if he does, we’ll be totally willing to help him out to the best of our professional ability, won’t we?”

Dave walked out of the door. “Yeah, yeah, that’s us, your friendly neighborhood bank, I get it.”

Julia sighed as he disappeared whistling some piece of tuneless drivel. Sometimes working with eighteen-year-olds made her feel ancient. Had she ever been that confident and cocky? Probably not, she’d been too busy trying to get her life together. Now, Paul had always been like that, still was sometimes, to tell the truth.

As if she’d ordered him up from her brain like a lunchtime special, Paul appeared at her door.

“You ready to quit, Julia?”

“The job? No. The day? Definitely. Let’s go.” She smiled at him, picked up the jacket of her pantsuit, and draped it around her shoulders. Paul followed her out to the parking lot behind the bank. She looked down to find her car keys in her purse and he almost bumped into her. He kissed the side of her neck.

“Did you know I can see your nipples through your blouse?”

Julia looked at her blouse and realized he was right. “Sorry about that.”

His soft chuckle warmed her skin. “Not a problem, honey, just makes me want to suck them into my mouth, right here and now.”

She turned around and put her hand on his shoulder, pretended to frown. “Don’t say things like that here. I have to work with these people, remember?”

“Yeah, I remember, otherwise I’d be fucking you right now up against that ATM and to hell with who saw us.” He kissed her nose. “Maybe we should leave both our cars here and walk down to Luke’s. It’ll only take a few minutes.”

“Why don’t you want to go in your truck?”

His smile was pure lust. “Because the moment I got you up in that cab I’d be inside you and I wouldn’t care who caught me.”

She touched his cheek, felt the burn of his unshaven beard. He moved his face so that her fingers brushed against his lips. “You seem pretty fired up tonight. It is because we’re going to see Luke?”

His pupils dilated until there was hardly any blue left. “I saw him earlier.”

“You did?” Julia kept on staring into his eyes. Something was troubling him, something important.

“Yeah, we…” He swallowed hard. “We jacked off together.”

“And…?” Even though she knew he’d take his own sweet time to tell her, Julia tried to encourage his reply. “Did you think I’d mind?”

He smiled then and she relaxed a little. “Not when we were both fantasizing about you. But…” He took her hand and marched her firmly toward his truck. “Are you okay with all this? It’s happening so fast, but I kind of like that—”

She put her hand over his mouth. “Yes, it’s fast, but maybe that’s for the best? If it all goes wrong, we’ll be able to move on, get over him quicker, and know that we were finally done with him.”

He drew her hand away from his mouth and kissed her palm. “And if he doesn’t go? If he wants to stay?”

She stood on tiptoe to kiss him. “Then we’ll work it out somehow.”

He kissed her back, crowding her against the side of his big truck, shielding her from the windows of the bank. God, he tasted so fine, a hint of beer, warm saddle leather, and laughter. Sometimes she just wanted to crawl inside him and stay there forever.

“I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to stand there and watch Luke play you.”

She stroked his hair. “If you don’t want me to do it, I won’t. You know that?”

“I know, and honey, it’s not that I’m jealous or anything, it’s just that I kind of want to be more involved.”

“I’m sure you do.” Julia thought about them both having her, realized with a sensual thrill that she’d love it. “I wouldn’t mind sharing.”

His expression gentled. “You never did, honey. You made us both feel like kings. But we don’t know exactly what Luke wants now, do we?”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out.” Julia nodded in the direction of Main Street. “Shall we?”

Paul smiled. “I ordered Chinese takeout—we can pick it up on our way.”

Julia slipped her hand through his arm and hugged him hard. “I love Chinese.”

She was still smiling when they arrived at the back door of the old drugstore. She opened the door for Paul and waited until he moved past her before continuing into the room. She wasn’t quite sure what to expect, Luke dressed in leather with a long whip had crossed her mind, but she couldn’t imagine it really happening.

By the time she entered the main shop, Luke and Paul were engaged in a discussion about the old shelving that covered the walls behind the main counter. Luke was insisting they could be saved, whereas Paul wasn’t so sure.

Julia sighed and decided to check on the food. A battered old refrigerator now occupied a prime position behind the counter. She peeked inside, saw a completely iced-in freezer box, twelve bottles of beer, and six of water.

“Do you guys want beer with your food?” She looked back at them, eyebrows raised.

“Yes, please,” Luke said.

She grabbed two frosted bottles of beer and one of water and put them on the counter beside the Chinese. The guys had returned to their discussion about the shelves. Julia cleared her throat. “Are we going to eat or not?”

Paul winked at Luke. “God, I love it when she gets all bossy, don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

Luke’s slow smile stirred things in her body that made her forget her hunger and think only of pure sex. She swallowed hard, aware of his gaze on her breasts. Paul shifted beside her, his gaze flicking between the two of them.

“How about a little appetizer before we eat?” Luke asked softly. “How about Julia takes off her pants and shows us just how wet she is?”

Julia found herself nodding and then Paul lifted her to sit on the countertop. Her fingers trembled as she undid her pants and slid them down over her ass.

“Yeah, just like that.” Luke sighed. “Push those little panties down too, Julia, so we can really see you.”

She complied, felt the coldness of the recently refinished wood against the warm skin of her ass and waited for Luke’s next instruction.

“Open your legs, honey,” Paul urged as he took up a position to the left of her, leaving Luke to the right. “I want to see you so bad.”

She slowly opened her legs wide and fought a sudden impulse to close her eyes. At least the shop had shutters so she wasn’t displaying herself to the whole of Main Street.

Luke groaned. “God, she’s so wet and open, I could stuff four fingers inside her, right now. Touch yourself, Julia, make yourself come.”

Paul stepped so close the front of his jeans brushed her outstretched knee. He opened her blouse to reveal the opaque lace of her bra and the tight tips of her nipples.

She slid her fingers down and toyed with her clit, hoped they could see how stiff and swollen it already was. With a soft moan, she slid two fingers into her pussy and worked them back and forth, aware that both men watched her intently, that her pleasure was mirrored on their faces.

“God, Julia…” Luke kissed her knee, continued to kiss his way up her thigh. “Suck her breasts, Paul. I’ve got to taste her again.”

Julia gasped as Paul’s mouth descended over her breast, his lips sucked hard at her nipple. At the same time, Luke’s tongue flicked over her clit and embedded fingers, making her shudder. She worked her fingers faster, found a rhythm that encompassed both the drag of Paul’s mouth on her nipple and the stabbing of Luke’s tongue over her clit. She climaxed hard, screamed out her pleasure as both men groaned against her flesh.

When she opened her eyes, Luke was still licking her pussy clean and Paul was watching him, one hand absently playing with her breast. When Luke finally straightened, he smiled at them both.

“Shall we eat, now?”

Paul helped her down and held her steady while she stepped out of her pants and retrieved her lace panties. She could clearly see the outline of his cock in his worn jeans, the damp spot where he was already wet for her. She didn’t bother to do up her blouse and just straightened her bra. She had a funny feeling that she’d soon be naked anyway.

Luke divided up the food and they sat down to eat, Julia in Paul’s lap, Luke close by. He studied Julia’s flushed face, saw the traces of her climax in her eyes and in her languid motions. He’d soon wind her up tight again; have her screaming his name this time when she came. He finished his food and then his beer and sat back to let them digest.

He noticed Paul couldn’t keep his hands off Julia. Even while he ate, he kept stroking her bare skin. Not that she seemed to mind. She’d always been very amenable to being touched by them both. Luke’s cock twitched and he focused on his plans for after dinner. If all went well, his cock would soon be as satisfied as his stomach.

He cleaned up the remains of the food and sat back in his chair. Paul was smiling down at Julia as she wiped a stray grain of rice from his cheek. Luke patted the seat next to him.

“Paul, come and sit down. I reckon it’s time Julia gave us something back for that orgasm we just gave her.”

“If she’s okay with that.” Paul took the seat, his hands relaxed on his knees, his blue eyes narrowed and intent on Julia. “Are you, honey?”

“She knows what I wanted her to do and she’s already agreed. Didn’t you see how wet she was when she came in here?”

Paul turned to stare at him. “Yeah, but—”

“But how about you let me deal with this?” Luke tensed as Paul’s expression darkened and he watched the struggle unfold in his eyes. “And while Julia is sucking our cocks you’re not to touch her. You’re going to keep your hands behind your back.”

“Says who?”

Luke refused to look away. “Me. And if you want to argue about it, I’ll fucking tie your hands behind your back.”

Amused interest flashed over Paul’s face and he didn’t move an inch. Luke held his breath as the silence lengthened and then Paul let out his breath.

“Okay.”

“You’ll keep your hands to yourself?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.” Luke turned to Julia who was standing between them, her hands twisted in front of her. “You want to do it, right?”

She nodded and dropped to her knees in front of them both.

“Start by undoing our jeans.” He sucked in his breath as her fingers went to work on his zipper where his cock was taking up all the space it could. She slid her hand between his hot wet shaft and the teeth of the zipper, both protecting and arousing him more. The air felt cold as she pushed his jeans down to expose his balls as well.

“Now do Paul.” He watched as she turned her attention to Paul, heard his stifled curse as she revealed the thick purple crown of his cock and the long length of his shaft. “Start with him, I want to see you take all that into your mouth, I want to see you take him deep.”

As Julia’s red lips closed around Paul’s shaft, he groaned and bucked his hips off the seat. Julia grabbed his thigh and kept swallowing him down. Luke’s cock throbbed with anticipation, making pre-cum drip down the sides. Paul’s fingers clutched the edge of his seat, white with tension as if not touching Julia was almost impossible for him to bear.

“Stop and do me. Do me slow.”

Julia sat up, her color high, her breathing short, her nipples so tight he wanted to bite them hard. She angled her body toward him, and reached in to cup his balls before she slowly licked the slit at the top of his crown. When she bent forward, her blouse rode up at the back to display the soft curves of her ass.

“Yeah, just like that, Julia.” Briefly, Luke closed his eyes as she sucked him slowly into her hot, warm mouth. Somehow, it felt like he was coming home. “Look at her, Paul. Look how I’m fucking her mouth.”

He tried to relax into the amazing sensation, the feel of her mouth, her hand on his thigh, the light brush of her breasts against his jeans as she sucked him. He half opened his eyes and saw Paul’s big cock straining and kicking against his stomach. He wanted to lean over and pump it hard, make Paul as desperate to come as he was.

“Stop, Julia.” He waited until the pressure on his cock disappeared, hated losing it almost as much as he wanted to share it. “You want to get real close, Paul? You want her to take us both, make us come together?”

“Hell, yeah,” Paul said hoarsely and he stumbled to his feet and moved as close to Luke and Julia as he could. “It reminds me of the old days.” He stroked Julia’s hair. “You okay with this, honey?”

Julia kissed first Luke’s cock and then Paul’s. “Don’t I look like I’m enjoying myself?”

“Yeah, you do. I was just making sure before my cock took over my brain.”

She laughed and licked the crown of Paul’s cock. “I’ll try and be fair, okay?”

“No worries,” Luke assured her as she grasped his cock around the base. “We’re not keeping count.” He gasped as she took him deep again, worked Paul’s cock with her hand, and then did the reverse. He stopped thinking when she grabbed both of their cocks and licked them, drawing groans from both of them. Luke felt his cock press against Paul’s, the motion of Julia’s tongue, the fucking fantastic nature of all of it, and started to come. Paul came too and Julia kept licking and sucking at them until Luke’s knees gave way and he pitched forward out of his chair, bringing Paul and Julia with him.

He rolled off Julia, and buried his face in her pussy, found Paul’s mouth and fingers already there, widening her, pumping into her. Luke nuzzled her clit, sucked it into his mouth, and felt Paul’s fingers graze his cheek as they both worked her. God, she tasted so sweet, so slippery and wet, that he added his fingers to Paul’s, his mouth sliding over both their hands, his tongue tangling with Paul’s as they both tried to bring Julia to orgasm. And fuck, Paul’s tongue was in his mouth and he was kissing him even as he finger-fucked Julia, even as Julia bucked and screamed and came against their interlocked, embedded fingers.

Luke rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, aware of Paul cradling Julia in his arms as she shuddered out the rest of her climax. He licked his lips, tasted Paul and Julia and wanted to start all over again. Had Paul kissed him deliberately or had it just been one of those things that happen in a frenzied moment?

He didn’t know the answer and he wasn’t sure he even wanted to ask the question. Paul lifted Julia into his lap and sat up. “Next time, guys, how about we try a bed? I’m getting a little too old for fucking on the floor.”

Julia kissed his cheek, her eyes were shining and her hair was disheveled but, to Luke, she looked beautiful. “If you like, you can both come over to my place for dinner on Friday. I have a bed and I’m quite willing to share it.”

Luke looked at Paul, who didn’t seem to be either avoiding his stare or actively seeking it. He’d always been good at keeping his emotions to himself. And how the hell was Luke supposed to know how the man felt when he wasn’t even sure how he felt himself?