Chapter Seventeen

Carla arrived back at the sheriff’s office with a bag full of groceries. Delores had insisted on paying her the wages she was due, and told her to just come back to work whenever she was up to it. Carla loved her employers—they must have been two of the kindest people to walk God’s earth.

“You’re back.” Matt was standing in the doorway to the office. He looked totally edible with his shirt partially undone, showing the chest hair which she just loved to run her hands through.

“Not interrupting anything, am I?” She smiled at him, glad that she had had a chance to wash her face and make herself look more presentable before she’d left the shop.

He smiled back, shaking his head. “Of course not, darlin’.” He put an arm around her, leading her into the office.

“Good.”

“I’ve got some news,” Dyson told her from his seat behind the desk.

“Turns out that old guy, Mr. Roberts, had put up a reward for information about the gang that robbed his store. He wants to give you ten thousand dollars.”

Carla stared at him. “I don’t want his money,” she said, astonished. “Have they given it all back to him, then?”

“They’re about to,” Dyson replied, consulting his computer. “They’ve already told him what happened and that his money’s on its way over to Sheridan. Seems he’s real happy about it. Wants to thank you for everything you did. If you’re headed that way you should call in on him.”

Carla fought the sickly feeling in her stomach. It sure sounded like Dyson felt that she had left town already, in her head anyhow. Wrong!

“Was everything all right over at the shop?” Dyson went on, hardly looking up from his PC.

“Yeah, it was fine.”

The sheriff narrowed his eyes at her, suddenly taking notice. “You sure?”

She nodded. “Why wouldn’t it be? Seems the whole town knows my business. Delores and Frank are quite happy I’m not a thief.”

“People talk a lot around here,” Matt told her, nodding.

“So I believe.” She smiled sweetly up at him and he looked a little wary.

“You sure everything’s all right, baby?” Dyson’s voice was soft and he wore a puzzled frown as he finally gave her his full attention.

“Everything’s just fine,” she told him, still smiling.

“So, have you said your goodbyes?” They all sat around Dyson’s desk as Matt spoke.

“No,” she said, studying their faces. They looked sad, resigned—and more than a little curious.

Dyson sighed. “So what are your plans now that you’re a free woman? You can go anywhere you want knowing you’ll be completely safe—well, from that fuckwad, anyhow.”

“What if I don’t want to go anywhere?” She stared into his confused—but gorgeous—face.

“Darlin’, there’s nothing to keep you here now,” Matt explained, his voice tight and strained.

“There’s you,” she told him, staring into those emerald eyes she loved so much.

She watched his face suddenly relax and his eyes got even larger as her words sunk in.

“And you.” She turned to face Dyson who was staring at her in amazement.

“Unless you don’t want me, of course?”

Suddenly they were all on their feet as the guy’s arms came around her, surrounding her in their warmth and affection.

“We thought you wouldn’t want us,” Dyson explained, breathlessly.

“What in hell gave you that idea?” She smiled up at him in astonishment. “I thought you didn’t want me—you did send me to say goodbye to everyone, after all.”

Matt gave his brother a little thump, “I told you, bro.”

“I know.” Dyson looked a little sheepish and Carla guessed his brother hadn’t been too happy with his suggestion either. “I didn’t mean that you had to go and say good-bye, I just thought that was what you had in mind. I didn’t think you’d want to stay around here now that you were safe from that shithead.”

“Why wouldn’t I want to stay here? The folks around here are so friendly, and I heard they all went looking for me the other night—even though I don’t even know half of them!” She shook her head incredulously as she stood wrapped in their arms.

“I guess it’s just the way we do things in Cavern County,” Dyson shrugged.

“Well, I love it!” she told them with a smile.

“And we love you, darlin’” Matt murmured in a deep voice.

Her heart must have stopped beating while she stared up at him.

“It’s true, baby. We should have told you before, but we love you.” Dyson looked almost apologetic as he looked down at her.

Carla felt her stomach burn as she looked up into the smoldering, pleading eyes of the two handsome guys.

“I love you,” she whispered.

Their faces immediately lit up and she felt their arms tighten around her as Matt leaned in for a lingering kiss. Then Dyson took her mouth once more in a kiss so sensual she felt her insides melt.

Matt’s erection dug into her from behind, while she felt Dyson’s excitement rub enticingly up and down her pussy.

“Lily went home early,” Dyson whispered into her ear when he finally came up for air.

Carla felt a burn in her stomach and an ache in her pussy. She suddenly wanted these guys with every fiber of her being. She longed to show them just how much she loved them—after all, they had shown her their love ever since they met, though she hadn’t realized it.

Slowly Dyson poked his tongue in and out of her mouth. At first she tried to rub her tongue around it, but his motions became faster and she felt a gush soak her panties. She could still feel Matt caressing her from behind, his cock hard and teasing her ass through her jeans.

She sucked hard on Dyson’s tongue as it tried to leave her hot mouth and he groaned his appreciation.

“Yeah, darlin’.” Matt had obviously seen them and egged her on. “Imagine that’s his dick right there in your luscious mouth. Lick it, suck it, that’s right. God, you’re making me even bigger just watching you.”

His voice was rasping and low as he urged her to continue. It was too much for Carla, though. Or rather, it wasn’t enough!

“I want your cocks,” she panted breathlessly, an excited panic overtaking her.

“What, here?” Dyson sounded a little unsure.

She nodded.

Matt didn’t ask questions. His member sprang free from his pants without any hesitation.

Kneeling on the hardwood floor of the office, Carla opened her mouth and engulfed Matt’s prize possession. He groaned as she laved her tongue up and down the shaft, and swirled all around it before taking the bulbous head right into her hot mouth.

“Jeez! Carla!” Matt gasped as she sucked on his rock-hard dick, her hands reaching out to touch Dyson’s.

Slowly she pulled her head back from Matt’s cock, holding it in one hand while she fed Dyson’s into her swollen lips. Her tongue lapped at the juices which were already escaping and she drank them down eagerly.

“That’s it, baby, you can have me,” Dyson murmured as she took him deeper into her throat. “Oh yeah, baby, that’s fantastic!”

She could hear them both breathing hard, as she tugged on Matt’s member while devouring his brother’s.

Dyson was close to the edge when she slipped his cock out of her mouth to take Matt’s.

The guy’s continued to moan and whisper their satisfaction and encouragement as she fed them, in turn, into her red-hot mouth. With her other hand she would yank on the other cock, relishing the sticky juices that ran over her hand.

Both guys were massive and hard as a rod of iron when she widened her mouth and took both in at once.

“Fuck, Carla!” Matt hissed as she sucked them both together.

“I’m gonna blow,” Dyson shouted, panic-stricken.

Matt quickly withdrew his member and allowed his brother to climax down her welcoming throat.

“That’s it darlin’, let him fuck your face,” Matt encouraged breathlessly.

“Carla!” Dyson screamed her name as his thick, hot seed spurted down her throat, warming her insides on its way down. He tasted a little sweeter than his brother, she recalled, and she relished every drop.

“My turn!” Matt’s thick, wet cock was nudging at her cheek as Dyson withdrew and he immediately took his brother’s place.

“Let me fuck you, darlin’,” Matt begged as he thrust his hard cock in and out of her mouth.

She felt his balls hit her chin as he heaved in and out of her mouth before he, too, planted his seed down her open throat.

“Ahh!” Matt roared his release, thrusting hard into her mouth, while she sucked at his juices and eagerly drank down every last drop.

Her jaw ached deliciously, but not as much as her pussy did.

“God, you’re incredible, darlin’” Matt breathed as he slowly withdrew from her.

Dyson had been caressing her gently the whole time, and put his arms around her to help her to her feet while they all gasped for air.

“Beautiful,” Dyson assured her as he helped her into a chair.

Her legs felt wobbly and her knees were a little sore from the hardness of the floor, but she was elated at pleasing her men. She longed for them to make love to her, but would prefer the softness of their bed to the wooden furniture of the office.

Dyson had already straightened up his clothes and knelt in front of her, smothering her in tender kisses. His fingers tangled in her hair and she could feel him all around her. Soon, Matt joined them, his spicy scent mingling with the smell of musk and sex which filled the room.

“Time to go home, darlin’,” Matt growled into her ear when she and his brother finally came up for air.

She smiled. Home. It just sounded so right.

As they drove out of town she was more excited than ever. Not only because she was with the two gorgeous guys, but because she felt accepted, wanted. Everyone they passed smiled and waved to them, and she felt proud to be a part of their community.

“I know it’s not much at the moment, but we’ve got big plans for the place,” Dyson told her as they arrived at the farm.

“It’s perfect,” she told him.

“I think what my brother’s trying to say is that it’s not quite as grand as the Fielding Ranch,” Matt told her as he slung an arm around her, leading her inside.

She sniggered, realizing now why they must have thought she didn’t want them. Aiden Fielding was a handsome guy with lots of money, a big house and a huge ranch. Yeah, he was quite a catch. But these were the Shearer brothers. They didn’t need all that fancy stuff. They had themselves—caring, warm, fun, gentle, passionate, sexy…

“I’ve already told you, guys, I’m not all about the money. This place has got everything a girl could wish for. It’s got you two.”

She felt the love pour from them as their arms came around her again and they took her in their warm embrace. Her pussy clenched as she felt their hot, hard bodies press against hers.

“I think we should move this to the bedroom,” Matt murmured into her ear.

“Let me just put these away first,” she said, holding up the grocery bag.

“What have you got in there anyway?” Dyson asked as they followed her through to the kitchen.

She laid it all out on the counter. Eggs, flour, milk, salt, oil.

“Pancakes,” Matt blurted out excitedly, recalling an earlier conversation. “She likes to make them for breakfast.”

“Looks like we’d better get to bed, then,” Dyson replied with a smirk as he led them up the hallway.

About the Author:

Bella Settarra is a British Erotic Romance author and lives in the beautiful English countryside.

She has several published novels to date, with subject matter including cowboys, BDSM and Myth/Fantasy. She has also written short stories for anthologies and has even had some raunchy poems published.

She likes to keep busy, cramming as much into each day as she possibly can, while battling—and is determined to win—against breast cancer. She loves to hear from her readers, so please get in touch!

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