A Little Thankful (Small Town Lovers #8)

Sage 1

About a year and a half ago…

Granted, we were a little drunk, and maybe a little too randy for our own good, but after being trapped inside a cabin down by the river, during one of Cricket’s relentless rainfalls, with no roads available to drive out for two solid days, the entertainment took on an entirely new level of wickedly sinful.

Not that I was against what they were proposing, but a girl had to guard herself against being overtaken, especially when the guys were as tempting as these three ridiculously ripped, excessively hot, and deliciously edible examples of pure heroic masculinity.

But I was getting ahead of myself.

It all started when I signed up to participate in an impossible event at the fairgrounds just outside of Sweet Whiskey, the next town over.

Normally, I would never have agreed to enter a pie eating contest, but I’d had a little too much hard cider, and when Hunter Maplewood and Forrest Oakridge, two childhood rivals, told me not to bother, that one of them would certainly win, I couldn’t let it go. I had to show them I could hold my own, no matter what.

Plus, once I knew that Sweetie Pies had provided all the pies for the contest… my absolute favorite pies in the entire world… I knew I had to participate.

And besides, Mace Cedarstone was one of the judges, and I’d had a crush on Mace ever since we took that baking class together in fifth grade and he’d made a double chocolate birthday cupcake just for me.

My parents had been traveling for business that year, and couldn’t throw their usual birthday extravaganza. Instead, Mace convinced our teacher, Ms. Rutherford, to make birthday cupcakes just for me, which we did, and everyone celebrated during class. It was possibly the best birthday party of my entire young life.

True love had blossomed from that moment on… at least until my parents fixed me up with Arty Wilson, their supposed perfect match for me. Yes, I fell for Arty’s charm, and yes, I believed all his bullshit, and even accepted his phony engagement ring. We would have been celebrating our third month of marriage right about now if everything had gone the way my intrusive but well-meaning parents had wanted.

Fortunately, I never truly loved Arty Wilson. I simply went along with it in order to placate my parents, who I felt had given up so much for me. After all, my mom had nearly died in childbirth. Something she had reminded me about all during my childhood. Marrying Arty was the least I could do to repay her.

Still, I’d learned rather quickly that he was a liar and a cheat who eventually not only cheated on me, but swindled my parents out of a couple million dollars and did it so cleverly that when they finally found the fraud, Arty had already disappeared, never to be heard of again.

Since his disappearance a little less than four months ago, I’d taken over Arty’s position at my parents’ company in San Francisco, a city I had a love/hate relationship with, leaving little time to breathe, much less date or have any real fun.

So, when my maternal grandparents, who I was closer to than my own parents, reminded me of the fun Fourth of July events at the local fair, I packed up my car, prepared my office staff, and took a much-needed vacation in Cricket, California, my hometown.

As luck would have it, I’d spent several of my fair days participating in most of the games and events and enjoying the various rides. On the fifth and final day, despite the threatening weather, the pie-eating contest was still on the schedule as the last event. No way could I pass it up. Plus, the grand prize was a lovely blue ribbon, something I wanted to hang on my office wall to remind me of Cricket, the town I missed like crazy.

I planned on heading home before the rains came, but when Hunter taunted me, exactly like he had when we were kids, I couldn’t let it go.

“You won’t even come close,” he said, smirking. “Just admit it. That tiny stomach of yours won’t hold one pie, much less two or three.”

“I haven’t eaten all day getting ready for this thing. I’m starving, so don’t underestimate me,” I told him, holding my ground.

Why they didn’t break this thing out so men competed against men and women against other women was beyond me, but it had always been this way, and the good people of Cricket hated to change their traditions. They were open minded when it came to everything else, just not their holiday traditions.

Hunter and I didn’t hate each other anymore. Truth be told, I was attracted to this guy. Always had been since I was a kid, but would never admit it. His ego didn’t need another woman drooling over him. His reputation as a heartbreaker followed him around like a foul stench, and I could smell it a mile away.

He chuckled. “As if that means anything. You’re going down, sweetheart, and I mean that in the cleanest way possible.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I wouldn’t… I mean, there’s no way on earth I would ever…”

I hated when I’d get so flustered I couldn’t speak, which only seemed to happen around men I was attracted to.

“Too late. The vision is already swirling around in my mind.”

“You’re disgusting.”

I tried my best to make my words sound as if I meant them, but in truth he was turning me on.

“Me? I’m completely innocent in all of this. I’m talking about eating pies. What are you talking about eating?”

“Pies,” I shot back, but damn, he was way too adorable and the attraction kept getting stronger the more we spoke.

“Then why are you blushing?”

He had me, but I wasn’t about to give in. “I never blush.”

“Never?”

“No. Never.” I straight up lied. I blushed all the time. Innuendo always caused it, no matter how I tried to control my feelings. Nothing worked. I was a blushing fool.

“Good to know because eating pussy is the farthest thing from my mind right now.”

Embarrassment washed over me like a bashful child. My face burned from the blush.

Still, I refused to back down.

“You’re reprehensible,” I told him hoping he’d back down.

“I love it when you use big words,” he continued to tease me.

“I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”

He took a step closer, and I knew he could feel the heat radiating off my body. My heart raced and my palms felt tacky.

“Yet, you’re still here, speaking.”

He was so close now, if I wanted to kiss him it wouldn’t take much.

“Fuck you!” I whispered, staring deep into his caramel eyes, not wanting to offend anyone close by.

His smirk grew wider. “Just tell me the place and time and I’ll be there.”

I couldn’t help the satisfied grin that tugged at my lips as I turned and walked away.

He called after me, “You like me, Sage Pilgrims. I saw that smile. You can argue all you want, but you like me. Always have!”

And it was at that moment, while September by Earth Wind and Fire blared over the airwaves, I couldn’t help the grin that grew even wider as Hunter danced around me, trying his best to get me to laugh, which I did.

As if it wasn’t enough that he could taunt me, but the guy was also a great dancer. He made me want to join him, but I held out even as he tapped my hip with his, and clapped his hands.

God, but he could wear me down like no one else.

I told myself over and over again to ignore him, but I couldn’t. He was right.

I liked him. I more than liked him. I’d crushed on him since forever.

He and Mace and even Forrest who did my taxes every year had always been in my most secret dreams. Any one of them would’ve been better than Arty, but again, I liked to please my parents more than I wanted to please myself.

Well, not anymore!

I’m fucking done!

I had no idea what had changed in me, but I had a feeling it had something to do with Arty’s embezzlement, and my gullibility. Plus, the conversation I’d just had with Hunter told me that I was more than able to attract my own men and I didn’t need or want my parents anywhere near my boyfriend decisions ever again.

And when I slapped my hip against his, and clapped my hands in rhythm with the song, I knew we were becoming friends… good friends.

Those days of being under my parents’ thumb were over. I was my own woman now, and it had all started with a pie eating contest… the contest that never was.

I PROBABLY WOULD’VE done well enough with consuming many pies, until the rains came. Once that happened, and most of the pies were destroyed in the downpour, everyone headed for cover, which led to closing up the fair for the night. The closing led to everyone having to head home, which led to my hitching a ride with Hunter, Forrest and Mace because my Mercedes got stuck in the mud in the lower forty of the parking lot.

Hunter, being Hunter, just happened to own a four-wheel drive, jacked up, super truck that could get through almost anything, so I took the ride when he offered.

Then when we got the text that our road had closed due to flooding, I was able to come to their rescue with my grandparents’ cabin.

Once we were all inside and safe and warm, with an abundance of pies to eat… the owner of Sweetie Pies didn’t want what was left of her pies to go to waste, so between us we had about ten… and we settled in for the night.

The guys gave me the only usable bedroom in the place, while they made due on the sofa or the living room floor. Fortunately, there were plenty of blankets and pillows, but no other beds.

Things changed once we settled in for that first night.

Good things.

Fun things.

Sexy as hell, things.

One night led to another night, and entire days of being stuck.

During that time, I’d had sex with each individual guy at one point or another. After all, there wasn’t much else to do. I couldn’t help it. They were too fucking adorable, and they were so uncomfortable out in the living room.

I’d assured them we didn’t need to use condoms. I couldn’t get pregnant, and was clean of any STD’s. They assured me they’d all been recently tested and were also clean which they did every six months. It seemed to be a common thing for single folks these days, at least common if you were sexually active, which I wasn’t, but I’d still had several tests.

By the third night, we were set to get out in the morning. Hunter, being a local fireman, had the inside scoop on road conditions, and once we were out, we’d all go back to our own lives.

That was our agreement.

No strings.

Plus, we made a pact that whatever happened in this cabin, stayed in this cabin… or some such bullshit.

“I don’t know guys. This sounds a little too kinky for this down-home girl,” I told them after I knocked off my third glass of wine for the night. One thing about my grandparents and their cabin, they seemed to love their wine.

They stocked plenty of paper products, and cleaning supplies. However, they didn’t stock much by way of food other than some cans of tuna, canned peas, Mac and Cheese, and instant oatmeal, but they stocked plenty of wine… several cases of red, white and bubbly.

Probably what kept them so young and healthy.

“Since when are you a down-home girl?” Mace asked, as he tugged his black, tight t-shirt over his head, revealing a chest that I couldn’t help but run my hands over.

We were in the master bedroom, which was actually the only room with a king-sized bed or any kind of bed in the entire house. The cabin belonged to my grandparents, but my mom had decided to renovate it about three months ago. Unfortunately, she had to leave for Singapore before she could finish it.

Thus, the lack of beds or much furniture of any kind. We’d had to make due, and believe me, due wasn’t all we made. We had a lot of sex over the course of the three days, but we’d never attempted group sex, which was what they were proposing.

Getting caught up here had taught us one thing, we were more similar than we’d ever imagined. And that similarity happened to be me liking all three of them, and vice versa.

Or was it that we’d simply been stuck here? I couldn’t tell, but whatever it was, I’d never had so much sex in my entire life.

And let me just say, not only did I have an abundance of raw, hot sex, but it was the fucking best sex I’d ever had.

Mind blowing sex.

Incredible sex.

Nirvana sex, if that was even a concept.

So, the prospect of doing all three of them at once caused my mind to explode and my pussy to salivate with the mere mention of all those dicks and male hands coming at me at one time.

“I transitioned into a down-home chick ever since I discovered I love country music and drove over to Sweet Whiskey to listen to some of my favorite bands play at Dirty Coyote,” I told him as Hunter, who had already slipped out of his shirt and jeans, busied himself with unbuttoning my shirt to reveal my lacy soft-pink bra. His hands slowly ran over my breasts, as he teased my nipples into getting hard as pebbles.

Dirty Coyote was the country dance hall that had put this entire area on the map. It was also where I’d learned to let go of my uptight way of looking at life. I’d been sneaking off to the dancehall for the past couple of years. Arty never knew, neither did my parents who hated country music of any kind.

“It hardly makes you a country girl,” Forrest said as he stripped out of his clothes, while he knelt on the bed next to my legs.

“I think it does, so that’s all that matters,” I shot back.

If it was up to me, with the way Hunter slowly dropped my bra straps off my shoulders, and with the way Mace had tucked himself behind me, and kissed my neck, and Forrest, who was now completely naked, with an erection that stood straight up against his belly, ran those dirty, slow hands of his along my thighs, and taunted my pussy over my lacy panties, I could stay here forever, eating nothing but pie and cock and be perfectly happy for the rest of time.

“If this is down-home,” Mace whispered in my ear. “Sign me up.”

Mace had unfastened my bra, and Hunter now cupped a breast while he sucked on my nipple, sending heat right down to my core. And to make me even more wild with lust, while Mace ran his tongue down my neck and nibbled on my skin, he also cupped my other breast and rolled my nipple between his thumb and index finger.

All the while, Forest continued on his quest to taunt my soaking wet pussy.

“I’ll be whatever you boys want me to be,” I mumbled as I leaned back on Mace and spread my legs open for Forrest. I felt Mace’s cock pressing on my lower back, and I loved the sensation, knowing I’d caused his erection.

He moaned, and said, “Well, right now, we want you to be ours. All ours, and do what we ask you to do. Trust us. We would never hurt you.”

I leaned my head back on his chest. “I know that. I just needed to hear it.”

“You’re too precious,” Hunter said, then he kissed me and when our tongues touched, I moaned out my deep emotions for him. He might be a heartbreaker, but for now, he was my heartbreaker, and I was in charge of my heart. Not him.

“Open your legs wider for Forrest,” Mace said, and I didn’t hesitate. I wanted his mouth on me more than I could put into words. I slid out of my panties and opened my legs as wide as they would go.

Hunter broke the kiss, and instead gazed down at my exposed pussy, and ran his fingers between my legs, pressing down on my clit. He took my juices and rubbed them around my nipples before he sucked and licked each one.

“So, we’re really going to do this,” I moaned, wanting each of them inside me.

“Cookie, I think we’re well past the going to stage and into the yes, we’re doing this,” Mace said, as he cupped both my breasts while Hunter took turns sucking on each nipple. They were helping each other, and now that I was completely exposed to them, both Hunter and Forest took turns running their fingers between my slippery folds.

“That’s our girl,” Hunter mumbled right before he kissed me.

“That’s our hot and dirty, sexy girl,” Forrest said, as he kissed the inside of my thighs, getting dangerously close to my pussy where Hunter flicked my clit, and drilled me with his fingers.

Once again, they worked together like they’d done this before, which they’d told me that they hadn’t. They slid me down, pulled up my legs, bending my knees and Forrest had replaced Hunter’s fingers with his tongue.

The fact that Hunter watched him eat me, was a turn on in itself, and when they started taking turns, bringing me to the edge of coming, then backing off, I couldn’t help the heavy moans that resonated from somewhere deep inside my body.

“Fuck Sage, you’re so beautiful,” Hunter said just before he attacked my pussy with his mouth, licking and nipping on my clit then drilling me with his tongue. A moment later, it would be Forrest eating me like he’d been starving for my pussy, even though Hunter’s mouth had just been obliterating me only moments before. They were truly sharing me, and I loved it.

“You boys are way too good at this. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” I asked while I watched their heads move between my legs.

“No, but we’re loving how willing you are,” Mace said as he slid around me now, propping me up with a few pillows behind my head. We kissed, his lips crushing mine while his hands ran over my body. I couldn’t help but reach for his rock-hard cock, pumping it hard and fast. When I felt the precum spill out on my fingers, I had to reach over and taste him. He was so hard and so big, I almost couldn’t get my mouth around his perfect crown, but I managed, moaning with delight once I felt him with my tongue.

Between Hunter and Forrest loving on my now sensitive pussy, and pumping Mace’s cock in my mouth, I couldn’t stop my body from shattering into a million pieces. I let Mace fall from my mouth while I enjoyed the sensations that ravaged me and sent shock waves time and time again until I was spent and exhausted.

The guys stopped while I tumbled back down to earth.

Then, as if on cue they somehow managed to roll me over onto Hunter, who had the thickest cock of the three of them. I climbed up and slowly brought my body down on him, while Mace and Forrest cheered me on, rubbing their own dicks as I pushed down on Hunter’s.

“That’s it, cookie,” Mace said. “Slide all the way down until your thighs touch his hips. Take everything he’s giving you.”

“Just fucking beautiful to watch. You’re incredible,” Forrest said, rubbing my back, and my ass as I started pumping Hunter’s cock. He held onto my thighs, and when I leaned forward to run my hands over his hard, delicious chest, Mace crawled over and wanted me to finish what I’d started.

“Take him,” Hunter ordered, his eyes half shut, and his voice almost a whisper. “Take all of him down your throat.”

I once again took Mace in my mouth, as he reached down and pulled my hair away from my face. “I want to see you, cookie. We all do.”

I loved it when they wanted to watch. They acted like this one-on-one and nothing changed when they were all together. They were such amazing men, and so gentle with me, that if I could ever fall in love, it would be with all three of them. I could never choose. They were too perfect. Too loving.

But I knew this was just sex.

Nothing more.

We all had lives to live.

Hell, I didn’t even live in Cricket anymore. San Francisco was my new home. I had no intention of moving back.

Or did I?

I blamed it on my homesick feelings that I couldn’t seem to shake. I liked the city well enough, but I missed Cricket and the folks who lived there.

Especially these three.

I never really knew them, not really, until we found ourselves stuck together.

Now I didn’t want this ever to end.

I felt as though having sex like this was perfectly natural and we’d been doing it for years instead of days.

And when Hunter came deep inside me, washing my insides with his warm cum, while I took turns pumping both Mace and Forrest, I knew walking away from them might be the toughest thing I ever had to do.

It was that thought that brought on the water works. They all finished off inside me, filling me up with their seed and when they were spent, I couldn’t stop the tears, despite it causing the guys to cuddle me like I was the most precious thing in their lives. We moved up on the bed, with them all around me. Trying to shelter me from my own emotions.

Of course, that just caused me to ugly cry until I fell asleep wrapped in their strong arms.