Carnal Compromise (2 page)

“Count yourself lucky,” Joe said, grimacing at the afterburn. He took a swig of his beer and Brent felt an insane urge to lick the trace of gleaming foam from his moustache. “She usually does it while you and I are gone for the evening, and when I get back, I have to lie there all night, torturing myself with visions of her pumping her fingers in that sweet-smelling little cunt.”

Well, now there was a distracting image. Brent tried to hold back a grin, but it came anyway. AJ was an interesting mass of contradictions. Her body was tall and angular, strong and capable, and yet she somehow managed to come across as fragile. She kept her blonde hair cropped close to her head, but that only emphasized the feminine vulnerability of her long, slender neck. She maintained a careful distance from the rest of the crew, and yet her pretty blue eyes watched Joe and him with a hunger that was all too apparent, at least to them.

Maybe AJ should be the exception to his no-fucking-the-hired-hands policy. She obviously craved sex but was too levelheaded to shit in her own nest by screwing around with the other hands. She was a lot like him in that respect. And it was becoming apparent Joe wouldn’t settle down until he’d had her. Brent knew all too well that once the stubborn bastard got it in his head to fuck someone, he found a way to do it. It hadn’t happened to
him
yet, but he had the gnawing suspicion it was only a matter of time.

“I’m getting a very bad idea,” he murmured.

“Oh yeah?”

“If she reads Mandy’s books, she’s probably got some pretty heavy-duty fantasies.”

Joe stared at him for a minute, then his moustache started twitching. “We’re good at fulfilling fantasies.”

“Yes, we are.” In fact, they did such a good job fulfilling fantasies that Brent’s cousin Hake and his hot little farm wife Mandy invited them back for a repeat performance every year when they passed through town on their way back to Kansas. Unfortunately, it would be at least six weeks before they started making their way south again, and Joe didn’t seem inclined to wait that long for an extended bout of no-holds-barred fucking.

Now that he really thought about it, a three-way arrangement might be just what the doctor ordered for both them and AJ. It would relieve all of their most pressing carnal needs without risking the messy emotional entanglements that came with one-on-one sex.

“So how do you bring up something like that to a girl like her?” he asked.

“Maybe Mandy would send us a letter of reference.”

Brent grinned. “Or Hake.”

“Or Hake,” Joe acknowledged with a gleam in his eye. “Or we could just hand her a copy of
Carnal Deliverance
and say, ‘This is us. Interested?’”

“Smooth but a little sleazy.”

“Okay, then we’ll just have to ask her straight out, I guess. The worst she can do is slap our faces and tell us to fuck off.”

“Or hit the road.” Brent frowned. “She’d probably be too uncomfortable to stay on after a proposition like that.”

“It might be for the best if we can’t work something out.”

“Best for who? She needs the money and we can’t afford to lose a good hand.” He shook his head. “No, we can’t let her walk away. We’ll just have to make sure she wants what we want.”

When their waitress walked by again, he flagged her down with a grin. “Can we get that pizza to go?”

AJ scowled as the clatter of Brent Andersen’s diesel engine died away.
Damn, damn, damn!
There went her primary source of evening entertainment. Reading erotic books with Joe and Brent in the room was the most reckless thing she’d ever done, and she looked forward to it more than just about anything in her life at the moment. Their presence ratcheted up the titillation factor of even the tamest book exponentially, and every sentence she read was a walk on the razor’s edge between fear and perverse anticipation. What would they do if she betrayed herself by blushing or breathing heavily, or even having an orgasm?

Which of course she wouldn’t because she was too disciplined for that. But it was amusing—not to mention both appalling and arousing—to imagine.

And really, it wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility that she could accidentally come from pressing her thighs together. More than once since she’d moved in with them, she’d woken having an orgasm and lain there in horrified stillness until Joe’s snores reassured her that she hadn’t cried out.

Now that they knew what kind of books she enjoyed, she’d never be able to read around them again for fear they’d ferret out even more of her secrets.

AJ rolled her eyes. Like Brent and Joe would even care about her secrets.

After staring at the same page for twenty minutes, she finally gave up and shut down her laptop. Might as well save the last three chapters of Amanda Garrity’s
Carnal Vengeance
for a night when she wasn’t so distracted and get on with her other favorite forbidden entertainment while she still had the camper to herself. She stood up and stretched, and then turned off the TV. Ordinarily she’d leave it on as cover, but tonight the wind had picked up enough that no one walking by the camper would hear her if she accidentally cried out.

Stepping into the cramped bunkroom she shared with Joe Remke, she checked to make sure the blinds were closed tight before stripping out of her sweatshirt, jeans and underwear. The socks stayed on—it was too damn cold in here already.

Then she opened Joe’s cupboard with trembling hands and pulled one of his dirty T-shirts from the mesh laundry hamper at the bottom. Holding it to her nose, she sucked in a deep breath and just about had an orgasm. Detergent, sweat, soil, grease… It was a real man’s shirt, and wearing it was about as close as she was likely to get to having a real man against her breasts, much less between her legs, anytime soon.

“You’ve got to stop doing this,” she muttered. But she wouldn’t and she knew it, especially now that it was the only shameful thrill left to her.

She pulled the navy tee over her head and, biting her lip, turned to look at herself in the mirror over her dresser.
Oh, yeah.
Joe was a large, powerful man and his shirt swallowed her. She looked small and almost…delicate in it.

Reaching into her underwear drawer, she pulled her vibrator from its hiding place inside a pair of thick knee socks. She really shouldn’t be doing this in a camper she shared with two men—but then, sharing a camper with these two particular men was exactly why she needed to do it. They were big and gorgeous and sexy, and she was apparently hitting her sexual prime with a vengeance.

Talk about rotten timing. Dammit, why hadn’t Brent put her in with Seth and Tim? Those two were just like the steers she used to work on her daddy’s farm, young and stupid enough to hump just about anything, whether it moved or not. She wouldn’t have been the least bit tempted by either of them.

AJ sighed again. Unfortunately, she actually had a pretty good idea of why Brent had stuck her in with them. They thought they hid it pretty well, and the farming community being what it was, she didn’t blame them for trying. They even slept in separate rooms and obviously had even before she arrived on the scene.

But she’d seen the way they looked at each other when no one else was around. Brent Andersen and Joe Remke were gay, and it was all she could do not to cry at the thought of it. Not that either of them would ever have given her a second look even if they were straight, but God, what a loss for womankind. What an absolute freaking waste. She lived for the nights they went out alone, presumably to take care of their needs in complete privacy—it gave her the time and privacy to take care of her own urgent needs.

Swallowing, she stacked her pillows at the head of her bed and lay back, splaying her knees open. The cool air whistling in around the window felt good on her pussy, which was still shamefully overheated and wet. Living with Joe and Brent had certainly changed her in just a few short months. She still didn’t understand why the fear of discovery was such a turn-on for some people, but these days she could relate all too well.

A big gust of wind buffeted the camper and she froze with the head of the dildo hovering over her pussy. After listening to make sure that was all it was, she spread her already slick lips with her fingers and slid the pink jelly shaft in deep. Adjusting it so the clit attachment hit her where it was supposed to, she turned it on and let the vibration do its work. Her clit began to tingle and she sighed, pulling Joe’s shirt up under her chin to expose her breasts. There wasn’t much to them, but it felt good to run her fingers over her nipples, to twist and pinch them and pretend it was Joe and Brent sucking on her.

AJ was so hungry for it, that first orgasm rolled over her within seconds. She gasped and stiffened as her insides contracted around the shaft in painful pleasure, forcing it out onto the mattress.

Leaving one hand to play with her breasts, she reached down and replaced the dildo, knowing she had at least three or four more good ones coming. She worked it slowly in and out while visions of Brent and Joe played in her head. The idea of watching them go at it was enough to drive her wild. She could easily see Joe bending Brent over the foot of the big bed in the master bedroom and sliding his heavy cock into Brent’s lean, muscular ass.

Even more titillating was the vision of Joe driving his cock into
her
, though she’d rather have it someplace besides her ass. She might eat up the double-penetration scenes in Amanda Garrity’s books, and God knew the idea of being sandwiched between two strong men like Brent and Joe set her heartbeat skittering every which way, but she couldn’t see ever being comfortable with anal. It was just too masculine, too harsh and earthy—like having sex in the blinding fluorescent light of a men’s locker-room rather than the romantic soft focus of a candlelit retreat.

Which was why most of her personal fantasies centered on the ménage scenes where the woman took one man in her mouth while another slid into her pussy. Her favorite scenario was being trapped in a dark, isolated cabin with Joe and Brent while a raging snowstorm howled outside. She’d be on her hands and knees between them, safe and warm in front of a crackling fire, with Brent fucking her mouth while Joe held her hips and pounded her pussy into oblivion. Afterward they’d all collapse together in a pile of handmade quilts and sip hot chocolate while they whispered sweet nothings in each other’s ears. Then they’d do it all again.

Okay, so maybe it was a little—or a lot—far-fetched, but a girl could dream, couldn’t she?

Another wind gust rocked the camper and she moaned, imagining it was them returning early. What would Joe do if he walked in here and found her?

Roll his eyes and tell her to get a life, no doubt.

But the fantasy of him rushing to her side, yanking the dildo out and drawling, “Here, baby, let me show you how a real live man fucks,” right before he jumped her was just too delicious to resist.

“Ooooh, please!” she moaned.

AJ shoved the dildo in deeper and held it against her cervix, tugging on one nipple while the hard vibration against her clit sent her over the edge into an orgasm that was longer and stronger than the first one.

“Oh God, yes!” she whimpered.

She was just opening her mouth for a noisy moan when a voice at the door rumbled, “I’ll second that.”

The way AJ rolled off the bed screaming, Joe might as well have yelled, “Incoming!”

She landed on the floor in a half-crouch, her eyes as big as silver dollars, and the dildo immediately thumped onto the carpet between her feet. Her eyes got even wider as she gaped down at the buzzing pink toy, which was shiny wet with her juices, and her jaw worked but nothing came out of her mouth.

“Take it easy, honey,” Brent said behind him in a soothing tone.

Just like a woman, she did exactly the opposite.

“Get. Out!” she screamed, big blotches of red blooming in her neck and face.

Joe crossed his arms over his chest. “I’d like my shirt first.”

“You’d—” She blinked at him. “What?”

“My shirt.” He nodded at the T-shirt. “You’re wearing it and I’d like to have it back.”

She continued to blink at him and he almost grinned. Mission accomplished. She was no longer about to stroke out on them.

“But it’s dirty,” she said blankly.

Joe’s cock hardened even further. There were plenty of clean shirts in his drawer, but she’d picked one that reeked of him to masturbate in.

Apparently realizing what she’d just revealed, AJ went red up to her hairline. “God dammit, can’t you just get out of here and leave me alone!”

When they didn’t move, she looked around the room with wild eyes and finally picked up the dildo and threw it at him. He ducked to the side and Brent took it square in the solar plexus.

“Hey—”

“I said get out! Get out, get out, get
out
!”

Joe took a reluctant step back but apparently he wasn’t moving fast enough to suit her. She barreled into him full tilt at the same instant Brent yanked at his biceps, and they all landed in a pile outside the door. Joe had about two seconds to enjoy being the meat in a very sexy sandwich before AJ scrambled off him, kneeing him in the groin in the process. Then she slammed the bedroom door and locked it.

“Off!” Brent gasped.

Before Joe could move, the door opened just far enough for his shirt to smack him in the face and then slammed again.

When Brent shoved at his back, Joe rolled to his knees and stood, biting his lips as he offered a hand up.

“Holy hell, you weigh a ton,” Brent grumbled, rubbing the back of his head. He turned and trudged through the living room into the tiny kitchen/dining area, no doubt as disappointed as Joe that they weren’t getting laid tonight.

Instead of letting him stop at the table, where their cooling pizza waited, Joe put a firm hand between his shoulder blades and propelled him into the master bedroom, barely managing to get the door closed and flip on the light before a silent huff of laughter forced its way out of his chest. He plopped down on the foot of the bed and buried his face in his dirty T-shirt, wheezing with the effort to keep his hilarity quiet.