Hernando Heat

Chapter Thirteen

With the stress of dealing with the Dorchesters behind her for now, Katie decided to take her men up on their offer of a picnic. Sunday morning, she carefully extricated herself from them and pulled on a housecoat. She was in the kitchen when the men both stumbled out to find her a short time later.

“What are you doing, sweetie?” Joe asked as he pulled her against his naked body to give her a good morning kiss.

“Yeah,” Mason said, patiently waiting for his turn and planting a kiss on her. “We woke up and you were gone.”

The sight of their bodies was almost enough to make her want to drag them back to bed, but she remembered the promised picnic. “I decided you two were right. We need to take a day of leisure. I’d like to see that swimming hole you were telling me about. I’m making us a lunch to take.”

Both men smiled. “Now you’re talking, sweetheart,” Joe said. “How about we go after breakfast?”

Mason surveyed the counter. “What is for breakfast?”

She smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ll make you eggs and hotcakes. You two go get some clothes on.”

“Maybe you should take your clothes off, Katie,” Mason teased.

She swatted at him with her apron. “We’ll never get going if you don’t let me finish fixing the food.”

Joe caught her from behind, pinning her arms to her side. “I got her,” he crowed.

Mason knelt in front of her and ducked under her housecoat. He pushed her legs apart, and she was about to protest when his mouth latched on to her clit.

It took the fight out of her. Thank goodness Joe was holding her, because she sagged against him as a loud moan escaped her.

“I think you got her attention, Mason,” Joe said with a laugh.

Just when she thought she was getting close to coming, Mason stopped what he was doing and sat up with a playful smile. “Maybe that’ll keep you focused, baby.”

She whined. “You can’t stop now!”

Joe stood her up on her feet, even though she swayed a little unsteadily when he released her. “Oh, yes he can. You want more of that, you have to wait until the picnic.”

She didn’t miss Joe’s cock had hardened, too. She wanted to drop to her knees, God help her, and service both of them with her mouth and hands.

Better yet, she wanted both of them to fuck her at the same time again.

Molten heat washed through her. She had to reach out to the table for support as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“You okay, baby?” Mason asked.

“You’re both mean,” she whispered, her hand fluttering up to her neckline and pulling it open to give her some air. “To get me so frustrated and not give me relief.”

Joe gave her a playful swat on the bottom. “Consider it inspiration. Now get moving, sweetheart. We’ll ease your frustration later.”

It took her the better part of an hour to get their breakfast cooked and get herself ready, but before long the three of them and their lunch were loaded into a buggy. Katie sat nestled between her men and enjoyed the beautiful day.

Joe drove, snapping the reins and turning the buggy away from Brooksville. “Where are we going?” she asked.

“To a little spot we know on the Withlacoochee. Beautiful, spring-fed swimming hole. Nice shade trees, and a perfect picnic spot.”

Mason slipped an arm around her and leaned in close to nuzzle her ear. “And perfect for other things, too,” he said.

She knew exactly what other things he had in mind, and she couldn’t wait to do them. “How long will it take us to get to your perfect picnic spot?”

Joe laughed. “Long enough for Mason to get you all hot and bothered again before we get there.”

“I’m all hot and bothered now!”

It took them the better part of an hour, after turning down several progressively smaller lanes and tracks until the path they were following was barely wide enough for the buggy to make it through, to reach the promised spot.

It was almost beautiful enough for Katie to forget why they were there.

The men helped her down from the buggy. Joe hobbled the horse, letting it graze while they enjoyed their day. Mason laid out the blanket and picnic basket. Then he smiled and pulled his shirttail from his trousers. He slid his suspenders off his shoulders and started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Mighty hot day. I feel like a swim.” His intense gaze burned into hers as he dropped his shirt onto the blanket and pulled his boots off.

Joe started with his own boots first. “So do I.” He smiled at her. By the time both men were dropping their trousers, she started unbuttoning her dress.

The men’s smiles widened. “That’s a good girl,” Mason said.

Katie felt her pussy throb with need. God help her, she wanted them, and wanted them badly. She wanted their hands on her and their cocks inside her.

When all three of them stood naked on the blanket, Mason stepped forward, pressing her against Joe. Joe nibbled on the back of her neck while Mason kissed her. She wanted to melt between them and their hot bodies.

Mason slipped a hand between her legs, making her moan. His finger found and gently rubbed her clit as she spread her legs for him. “Mmm, you’re awfully hot down there, baby,” he said.

“Uh-huh!” If they would just make her come again, that’s all she wanted.

Joe nipped her earlobe. “Maybe we should cool her off, Mase,” he said.

He chuckled. “I think that’s a good idea.” Before she could react, Mason scooped her up into his arms and ran with her toward the water, Joe on his heels.

She screamed as she felt him leap through the air, holding on to his neck for dear life as they plunged into the cool water, Joe landing next to them, both men laughing like a couple of loons.

As she broke the surface, sputtering her outrage, she lashed out at them, splashing water at them. “That was plain mean!” she squealed in protest.

The men, treading water with her, crowded around her. “Glad to see you can swim, sweetheart,” Joe teased.

She splashed water at him. “What a way for you to find out! You could have asked me, you know.” She tried to swim around Mason and head for the sandy bank, but he blocked her path.

“Oh, no you don’t. You’re not escaping us that easy.” He caught her legs and wrapped them around his waist, making sure his cock sank home inside her pussy in the process.

All the fight taken out of her, she moaned, leaning back against Joe. The two men maneuvered a little closer to shore so their feet touched bottom. Then holding her hips, Mason started thrusting while Joe reached around and played with her nipples. Joe held her, her head lolling back against his shoulder while he breathed in her ear.

“Does his cock feel good, baby?”

“Uh-huh!” She reached behind her and hooked her arms around his neck, holding on while Mason’s cock plunged deeper with every stroke.

“When he’s done, I’m going to fuck that sweet pussy of yours. Would you like that?”

“Uh-huh!” She shivered, as much from pleasure as from the passionate tone of Joe’s voice.

“We’re both going to fuck you so hard and so good that you can feel us inside you even when we’re not. You’re going to be a well-fucked woman, sweetheart. And after lunch, we’re going to give you what we know you want.”

His mouth crushed hers, and he swallowed her moans. In that moment, she didn’t give a darn how wrong it was to be living and sleeping with two men she wasn’t married to. All she wanted was them.

“Look at me,” Mason commanded.

Joe lifted his mouth from hers so she could comply. She somehow managed to focus on Mason.

“Tell us what you want,” he said.

She swallowed hard. “I want you both to fuck me,” she whispered.

A sexy smile engulfed Mason’s face. “Tell us exactly how you want us to do that. Don’t be shy, baby. We know what you like and we want to hear you say it.”

She swallowed again. “I want you to fuck my ass and pussy at the same time.”

Joe massaged her breasts. “That’s our good girl.”

“Very good,” Mason agreed.

She would have said something else except that the angle of Mason’s cock hitting her clit finally took her over the edge. Her back arched as she let out a moan. White heat swirled inside her as her release seemed to last forever. Sex had been great with Paul. It was fantastic with these two men.

Mason’s release followed hers. She felt his hot seed pumping into her as he fell still inside her. Joe handed her over to Mason, who took her into his arms, raining kisses on her lips as his cock finally quit throbbing inside her.

“I love you, Katie,” he murmured in her ear. “Forever, baby.”

“I love you, too.” She reached behind her and found Joe, pulling him close. “I love you, too.”

He smiled. “And I love you.”

“How long until we have her pregnant,” Mason teased.

She smiled but didn’t want to tell them in case it would disappoint them.

Joe laughed. “Not long, at this rate.” He reached around her and slapped Mason on the shoulder. “Thank God we’re cousins. We look enough alike no one will talk.” He laughed.

Mason carried her back to the blanket and gently laid her down on it. “Ready for something to eat?”

She smiled and opened her mouth, leaning in to swipe her tongue along his limp cock. “Is it ready for me to eat?”

Both men laughed.

They finally ate lunch, but the men mercilessly teased and taunted her the whole time, keeping her need stoked and her pussy wet. After they ate, Joe pulled Katie on top of him. His cock was already rigid and standing at attention.

“I think it’s time for dessert,” he said with a playful smile.

“Oh, yeah?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Mason agreed from behind her. He helped her straddle Joe. She let out a content sigh as she impaled herself on Joe’s cock. She sensed Mason reach for something in the picnic basket. Then she felt him rubbing something wet and cool on her rim.

Her heart raced as she relaxed on top of Joe, settling comfortably in his arms while Mason prepared her for his cock. She loved this, and she wouldn’t even begin to try to deny it. She felt complete with both of them possessing her.

She felt safe.

Most importantly, she felt loved and no longer alone.

Mason pressed the head of his stiff member against her opening. “Relax, sweetheart. I want to feel what it’s like to fuck this sweet ass of yours.”

She wiggled against him, trying to urge him to enter her. He laughed. “That’s not going to make me go faster.”

“Please fuck me!” she begged, eliciting laughs from both men.

“Don’t worry,” Joe assured her. “We will fuck you all day long.”

Mason held on to her shoulders as he slid his cock inside her. Katie reveled in the mix of pleasure tinged with just the right amount of pain as both cocks stretched her in a delicious way.

“All day long,” Mason agreed. The men started slowly at first. Katie braced herself on Joe and relished the delicious sensations bouncing through her. Then the men settled into a sweet, sultry rhythm, one withdrawing as the other thrust, that started driving her toward release.

“How’s that, baby?” Joe asked her.

Katie nodded as she licked her lips, beyond coherent speech. All she wanted to do was ride these two wonderful cocks all day long.

“Look at me,” Joe said.

She forced her eyes open. Joe’s blue gaze peered up at her. “You belong to us, Katie. You understand? Forever.”

She smiled. “Forever.”

The men picked up the speed of their thrusts. “You gonna come for us, baby?” Joe asked.

“Mm-hmm!”

“Do it,” Mason rumbled from behind her. “We wanna feel you coming.”

She closed her eyes as her release hit. From somewhere deep inside her, it felt like an overwound clock spring snapping, sending a flood of heat surging throughout her body. She let out a long, loud cry as her entire body trembled.

“That’s it, baby,” Joe said. His fingers clamped down on her hips as he thrust hard up into her. Mason matched his cousin’s thrusts stroke for stroke, the sound of his flesh slapping against her nearly as loud as her own cries.

When the men came, Katie let out another cry, sobbing with relief to feel them both deep inside her like that, both cocks claiming her at the same time. She really was theirs.

Sated, they all collapsed in a tangle onto the blanket, spent and tired in the drowsy afternoon heat.

In the brush, the two men watched the three naked people sprawled on the blanket. “Man, I’d love a chance to fuck her,” the one whispered.

“Me, too,” the second one whispered. “Maybe the boss will let us after we tell him what we seen here.” He leered at the sight before them. “She’s gonna wish she’d kept her legs clamped shut when he gets done wi’ her.” He slapped his cohort on the shoulder. “Come on. We need to go tell him what we seen here. This’ll be more than enough for him to get back at her.”

Quietly, the two snuck back down the path to where they’d left their horses.

The three of them took a nap then went for a swim. Katie’s body felt achy in all the right ways and places. She had a feeling it was something she’d get to experience whenever she wanted.

“So when are we getting married, Joe?” she teased.

“I think I’d better marry you sooner rather than later. Otherwise, you’ll fuck me dead before I know it. I need to be married to you so when I die, Mason can get my stuff when he marries you.”

She splashed water at him as Mason laughed.

“Seriously,” she insisted. “The less chance people have to talk about you two, the happier I’ll be.”

Both men looked serious as they gathered around her. “Now you listen to us,” Joe said. “Quit worrying about what people will think about us. We don’t give a damn.”

“People can go to hell,” Mason said.

“But Joe, what about your business?”

He shrugged. “What about it? I’ve got the only sawmill in Brooksville, and the biggest in three counties. I could care less what they say about my personal life. I’m marrying you, and I love you.”

She looked at Mason, hoping he’d see reason. “What about you? You’re in line to be sheriff.

He smiled. “Sheriff Birch likes me. And no offense, honey, he thinks quite highly of you and could care less about anyone’s opinion but his own. And if I wasn’t to make sheriff, so what?” He pulled her to him and kissed her. “All I care about is keeping you happy. To hell with everyone else and to hell with what they say about us.”

Joe nodded. “Exactly. Couldn’t have said it better myself.”

They eventually got out of the water and dried off. They dressed, and Mason helped her gather up their things while Joe got the horse hitched up to the buggy. On the way home, she leaned against Mason and closed her eyes, happy and without care.

Life was good.

Monday morning, Katie felt worn out in a good way. She was going to go into the store despite not having any customers scheduled when Joe and Mason overruled her.

“You’re staying here today, Katie,” Mason declared after breakfast.

She looked to Joe, who nodded. “I don’t want you anywhere near town right now. I wouldn’t put it past Senior to try something.”

“But I have a shop to run!”

“I’ll stop by and put a note on the door,” Mason insisted. “You said yourself you have no one scheduled for today or tomorrow. No one will begrudge you a little vacation. And Wednesday, both Joe and I will go in with you.” He smiled. “And it’s not like you’re going to change our minds about this. If I didn’t have to, I wouldn’t be going to town myself today. I’d stay here and you’d spend all day naked in bed.”

She fought the blush creeping up her throat. No doubt if he stayed home, she’d be happy to spend all day naked in bed with him.

“And I’ll be back early this afternoon,” Joe said. “I have to take care of a few things at the sawmill.”

She didn’t enjoy feeling like she was lazy, but knew the men were right and wouldn’t fight them on this. “Okay, I’ll stay here.”

Both men smiled. For that reason alone, she’d appease them. They both kissed her before heading out for the day. It was a little after lunchtime. She was sitting at the kitchen table, peeling potatoes for dinner, when she heard the back door open.

Smiling, she assumed it was one of her men. “’Bout time you got back here.”

That’s when she heard the unmistakable click of the hammer of a revolver being drawn back, and she felt the cold, hard steel press against the back of her neck.

A strange voice said, “Didn’t know you were expectin’ me, but I’m honored.”

Mason stopped by the sawmill around lunch time to find Joe. “Sheriff needs me to run south of town to investigate a robbery. When are you going back to the house?”

He glanced at his pocket watch. “I’ll be leaving here in about an hour or so.”

Mason nodded. “Keep our girl safe.”

“Don’t worry, I plan on it.”

Mason headed south of town on his horse. He hated having to be this far from Katie, but it couldn’t be helped. He had a job to do, and while the sheriff had offered him the option of another deputy going, Mason didn’t want to shirk his duty like that. He couldn’t spend every waking minute looking over Katie, and she’d already proven that she could, for the most part, take care of herself.

Plus they’d left her with her shotgun, and several ranch hands working close to the house with explicit orders to keep an eye out for any trouble.

Two hours later he was heading back to town when another rider going full-out met him on the road, pulling his horse up when he reached Mason. It was Ben Ainsley.

Mason’s heart filled with fear. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

Ben shook his head. “Come quick, Mase. Sheriff had to let Junior go.”

“What? Why the hell he do that?”

Ben’s face looked dark and angry. “Katie recanted her story. Sheriff had no choice.”

“What the hell’s going on?”

“I don’t know, but she was with Senior.”

The man kept the gun pressed to the back of her head and let out a whistle. Two more men quickly came into the kitchen.

“Are you going to kill me?” she asked.

The first man snorted. “Hell, no. Boss would kill me if’n I did that. You got paper and a pencil here?”

“Yes.” She started to stand, hoping she’d get to the shotgun which stood ready in the hallway, but the man pressed the barrel of the revolver against her head. “No, you tell us where it is.”

Blast. “In the desk in the living room.”

One of the other men went to get it and brought it back, placing it on the table in front of her. The first man pointed his free hand at the paper. “Can you write?”

“Yes.” She wanted to say something snarky to him, but decided that might not be a wise idea.

“Then pick up that paper and you write exactly what I tell you to.” He leaned in close, his horrible breath in her ear. “And I know how to read, too, lady. So if’n you don’t write what I tell you to write, I’ll kill you right here. I saw exactly what you did with those two men on the blanket by the river. What a special whore you are, ain’t ya? Letting them both fuck you at the same time.”

She thought her heart would stop from the shock and shame.

“Oh, yeah,” he said. “Boss sent us to spy on ya, get info he could use. The three of you perverts gave him just what he needed. Now pick up that pencil. This is what you’ll write…”

With a shaking hand, she picked up the pencil as he began to dictate.

Twenty minutes later, Katie found herself on the back of a horse, holding on to the ringleader as another man carried a carpetbag with some of her clothes in it. The man had gone into her room and packed it for her.

She suspected she might want to burn the clothes rather than wear them again.

They bypassed the main lane, heading instead across one of the fields, away from the barn and out of site over the hill from where any of Joe’s ranch hands would see.

I will not cry. I will not cry.

She didn’t want to think about the words she’d written, every stroke of the pencil shredding her heart. Part of her hoped her men wouldn’t believe the message, that they would refuse to give up on her and come looking for her.

Part of her suspected it would be too late for them to save her once they found the note.

Another part of her wondered if they would take the words at face value and let her go without a fight. She didn’t want them hurt, physically or their reputations. She knew Senior wouldn’t stop until he’d ruined—or worse, killed—both men if he didn’t get his way.

The only way to truly protect her men was to give Senior what he wanted.

They rode for twenty minutes until they came to a clearing where Senior waited with a buggy. The rider who carried her gave her a rough arm down while the rider with her bag tossed it into the buggy.

Senior grinned at her. “Glad to see you’ve seen reason, Katherine.” He stepped down to help her up, but she yanked her arm away and climbed into the buggy without a word.

He laughed. “You can be petulant all you want, but if you want to see your men remain safe and sound and unsullied, you’ll do exactly what I say. You’re the one who acted like a cheap whore and took up with two men. I wouldn’t expect anything better of you though, I suppose.” His smile held all the charm of a rattlesnake. “You’re going to recant your story, then we’re going to Tampa and you will marry Junior. Then the property will be his as your husband.” He laughed. “I warned you I’d get that property one way or another. Too bad you insisted on the hard way.”

She fought the urge to spit in his face, knowing it would probably mean her death if she did.

The riders followed them into Brooksville. She refused to look at Dorchester, kept her arms crossed in front of her and sat as far away from him on the seat as she could. She felt sick to her stomach and close to vomiting by the time they reached town. When they arrived at the sheriff’s office, her heart fell when she realized Mason wasn’t there.

Dorchester leaned in close, his voice low. “You tell Sheriff Birch you’re dropping all charges, that you made it up. If you don’t, I’ll send my men back to the ranch to wait for those two, and then I’ll kill you. You do this, nobody gets hurt.”

With her jaw clenched, she followed Dorchester inside. Sheriff Birch looked at her funny, but after Dorchester talked for several more minutes, and she managed to hold back her tears under the sheriff’s questioning, he finally, reluctantly agreed to let Junior go.

Sheriff Birch waggled a finger at Senior. “You and your son stay out of my town, got it? You ain’t welcomed here no more.” With a final glance at Katie, who couldn’t bear to meet his gaze, he went in back and freed Junior.

Senior wasted no time hustling her and Junior into the buggy and racing out of town via a different road she wasn’t familiar with. As Brooksville fell farther behind them, Katie wondered how much longer she’d be alive.

Mason tried to hold back his fear as he pushed his horse hard back to town. He arrived at the sheriff’s office and burst through the door. Joe stood there looking as angry and upset as he felt. “What in blazes is going on?” Mason demanded.

Sheriff Birch wore a dark expression. “I don’t know, boys. Like I was just telling Joe here, I suggest you two track her down as soon as possible. I strongly suspect Senior coerced her by some sort of force to recant her story.”

Joe and Mason looked at each other. “Let’s get back to the house. Maybe she’s there.” The two of them jumped on their horses and rode back to the house.

Joe didn’t even bother tying his mount. He rode up to the front porch, jumped off, and ran inside screaming her name. “Katie! Where are you?”

Mason followed him, pulling up short in the kitchen where Joe held a piece of paper.

“What’s that?”

Joe held up a staying hand as he read before he handed it to Mason. “She’s gone,” he whispered.