THREE'S A CHARM
by Myla Jackson
Welcome back to the Ugly Stick Saloon with this short story about Charli's third erotic adventure.
She wants to know...
Will she discover who her secret lover is this time?
"You know a lot about me...I'd like to be equally as knowledgeable about you." Charli leaned forward, her top loosening, a waft of cool air tickling her nipples. She was almost positive the men at her sides could view her full breasts, should they bother to look. The thought weighted her core with desire.
"You may ask three questions." OS waved his hand. "But be warned. I guarantee no answers."
Charli pouted and asked the most important question, "What's your name?"
He shook his head. "That's the mystery portion of the danger equation. Next question."
Frustration stabbed her chest and she sat back. "Are you a cowboy, or do you just wear the clothes?"
"I've been known to rope, ride, wrangle and build a fence or two."
She straightened. Maybe now they were getting somewhere. The guy was real cowboy. "Are you here with the rodeo?"
He shrugged, noncommittally. "I admit to having spent a day or two there, on occasion."
A frustrated sigh slipped past Charli's lips. That wasn't much of an answer. "Are you Connor Mason?"
The cowboy smiled. "That's four questions." He waved to the cowboy with the fiddle, who promptly disappeared. The cowboy serving the wine and dinner ducked out as well.
"If you're finished with your meal, perhaps you would care for dessert?"
"I suppose." Charli wanted to know where the other two men had gone and if they were serving more than music and food, but she'd used up her quota of questions.
The man in the black cowboy hat stood and held the chair while Charli rose. His fingers settled on her shoulders, sliding down the length of her arms. The brush of lips at the curve of her neck sent her body into a rush of electric shocks, tingling all the way to her center.
"Is this dessert?" she whispered, her head dipping to one side, allowing him better access to her throat.
"Not quite. I have dessert waiting in another room." His hands slipped beneath the swaths of fabric and cupped her breasts, pulling her against him, the hard ridge of his erection pressing into her back. "Shall we?"
"The table is closer," Charli offered weakly, the rough hands palming her boobs setting her core on fire. She was ready to start the fucking now.
He chuckled, pinched her hardened nipples and slapped her ass. Then he turned her toward another doorway and led her into the room with the bedroom displays, equally exposed to the large display windows at the front of the furniture store. In the middle of the floor stood a king-sized bed, draped in black satin sheets, with red satin pillows scattered across the mattress. White rose petals littered the surface, their aroma adding to the ambiance.
Charli's pulse hammered through her veins. Oh, yeah, baby. This was going to be good.
The two cowboys appeared from the shadows, each wearing nothing but black silk boxers, their masks and the cowboy hats.
The cowboy from the night before set a bowl of strawberries and a riding whip on the nightstand and stood with legs braced apart, both hands crossed over a rock-hard erection tenting his silk shorts.
On the other side of the bed, the new cowboy arranged a bowl of whipped cream and a length of rope. He too stood at parade rest, a smile tugging at his lips, his hands cupping the stiffy poking against his boxers.
Charli's breath caught and held in her lungs and she turned to Original Sin. "For me?"
"Dessert has arrived.” He smiled and gestured toward the bed. “All you have to decide is how you want it served."
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