Janie's Tempting Submission [The Men of Treasure Cove 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (17 page)

“Our Janie is a smart cookie, Braxton,” Caleb huffed, annoyed that the sheriff would ignore her suggestion. Walking over to Janie, he kissed her cheek. “Beauty and brains. How did we get so lucky?”

“The beautiful lady is correct,” Gabriel said. “The name is an anagram. I am most impressed, Janie. Well done. Jeffery, you must reward this beautiful woman.”

“I intended to, several times,” Jeff said, looking at Janie, who blushed scarlet.

“Well, gentlemen, I believe that is our cue. Please, join me in my private suite at The Cave. Entertainment is on me,” Gabriel offered, walking toward the door with Braxton and Doc, but when Matthew picked up the chair with Macie still attached, their laughter bellowed throughout the house.

“Matt, what in the hell are you doing?” Doc laughed.

“Oh, taking her with us. She needs more attention.” Matthew grinned, walking out the front door, with Macie, chair and all.

“Oh this is going to be a fun night. I love surprise guests.” Gabriel clapped, following the rest of them.

* * * *

Alone at last, Jeff cupped Janie’s face and planted a soft kiss upon her lips.

“You, cupcake, did very well. How about Caleb and I reward you properly?” he asked.

“Oh yes, please.” She smiled demurely.

And that was exactly what they did for the next two hours.

Saturday had finally arrived, and within a couple of hours, most of the ranching families would be arriving for the BBQ. Jeff and Caleb were outside setting up the tents and helping the ranch hands with games and activities for the kids. At her request, they left Janie the house.

Moving throughout the house, Janie maneuvered in and out with the furniture. With most of the ranchers and their wives coming over for the barbeque to talk about the charter, she wanted the house to look spotless. She had a lot of work cut out for her, as the house did house two bachelors. Even with her staying here, the house still needed a lot of work and cleaning.

So with rag and Windex in hand, she began her day.

Moving along, she soon had the bedrooms picked up, and the beds made and vacuumed. The bathrooms were all sterilized, and now all that was left was the living room and kitchen. Waning and almost out of steam, Janie walked into the kitchen for a pick-me-up. Pouring herself another cup of coffee, she leaned against the granite counters and surveyed the living room, where she saw the expensive stereo system. Smiling to herself, she walked over and hit the power button.

The sounds of Great White’s “Once Bitten Twice Shy” thumped from the walls.

Letting the beat of the high-tempo rock song invade her body, she slowly began to move. Laying her cup on the coffee table, she sashayed and twirled. Reaching for the rag, she left the kitchen counter.

Dipping down to her knees and arching her back as she came back up, Janie got into a sensual rhythm, allowing the music to dictate the moves.

Within seconds, Janie had gotten into the groove of the song, and was soon gyrating, and swinging her hips to the beat. Letting herself go, she felt free as the music flowed all around her.

* * * *

Jeff and Caleb walked out of the barn dusting dirt from their jeans, only to come face-to-face with most of the members of the ranching community. Braxton Connelly, the Quinn Brothers, along with their wife, Emma, Brannon, and Conner Kincade, the McDaniel Brothers, and even Doc Jenkins and his brother Michael were there, but it was their stunned faces that stopped Jeff and Caleb.

“Hey, guys. Why ya’ll waitin’ out here? Janie won’t mind if ya’ll go on in,” Caleb asked.

“Uh, Caleb, if you get tired of Janie, call us,” Orin McDaniel said, never taking his eyes off the front of the house.

Jeff and Caleb moved closer to see what the problem was. As they moved closer, they could hear the loud music coming from inside the house. Drawing closer, their jaws dropped and hearts stopped.

Caleb slapped Jeff against his chest, halting their movements as they all watched their gentle, shy librarian dance seductively around the house. It was hands down one of the most erotic moments of his life.

“Holy fuck!” Caleb moaned as Janie dipped, touching the floor, and slowly came back up, licking her lips.

Oh, momma! Caleb thought as he wiped the drool from his mouth. His flaming rock-hard cock burst against his jeans, ready to erupt in record time.

“It’s always the quiet ones,” Doc Jenkins muttered, looking at his brother Michael.

“Think she could teach me to move that way?” Emma asked.

“Oh, princess, you move just fine,” Travis replied.

“Yeah, but not like that!” Tucker added, and was slapped upside the head by Tate.

“What are we gonna do, Jeff? We can’t barge in there. She will be embarrassed,” Caleb asked, looking to his brother for a solution. But Jeff couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

Jeff stood rooted in place, staring straight ahead, ignoring everyone, watching his Janie move to the beat of the music. As she moved around the house, her hips swayed and shook. Her carefree expression was priceless as she allowed herself the freedom of expression. After everything they had been through, Janie was coming into her own, and today proved it. No longer the timid little flower, she was blossoming, and by god, she was something beautiful to behold.

As the song faded, Caleb grabbed him by the shirt. “Jeff! We have to do something. The next song! Remember last night!”

But it was too late. The moment Jeff heard the opening beat of Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar on Me” he knew he had to stop her before things got out of hand. Running fast past their guest, Jeff prayed he made it in time.

He jumped the stairs in one large leap, reaching for the front door. Opening it, Jeff came face-to-face with a half-naked Janie, gyrating and pleasuring herself. Quickly closing the curtains, Jeff locked the front door and leaned against it to keep the others from entering.

He knew Caleb would keep them entertained outside while he took care of Janie.

Trying to catch his breath, he watched as she slowly removed the rest of her clothes. The music pulsed all around her as she closed her eyes and danced.

Grabbing one of the support columns in the living room, Janie slowly rocked her body in a wave motion as if she were on a stage, performing just for him. As she rubbed her shaved pussy against the column, Jeff groaned.

Oh yeah, cupcake is so getting a stripper pole for Christmas!

Watching her, Jeff unzipped his jeans and grabbed his hard cock. Stroking it, he pleasured himself as Janie danced for him. When she looked over and saw him, he damn near came in his hands as she smiled brightly, licking her lips. He watched as she grabbed her chest, pinching her nipples. Slowly moving toward him, she moved to the beat, enticing him, drawing every last breath from him.

She stopped before him and turned, bending over, rubbing her ass against his cock, teasing him. That erotic move did it. Jeff grabbed her hips, and he jerked her against him. She continued to move her hips, rubbing against him, eliciting a growl deep within him.

Fuck his guests. They could wait!

Unable to handle anymore, Jeff took his cock and slammed it hard into her wet pussy.

As the music played, he shoved his throbbing cock into her as her sensual movements aroused him more. Wanting it to last, he tried to gain some control, but that flew out the window when she clinched her tight pussy and ground against him.

Holding on for dear life, Jeff thrust hard into her, faster and faster.

“This is gonna be fast, sugar, so come now!” he shouted, ramming into her.

With one last push, Janie’s tight little pussy convulsed around him as he released his hot seed into her. Pulse after pulse, she extracted every drop of cum he had.

“Holy fuck,” Jeff said, slamming his head hard against the front door. He was aware he was seeing stars as Janie stood. Smiling, she turned and kissed his cheek. “Not that I mind the welcome, but I thought you had work to do?”

Jeff was speechless. He couldn’t breathe. His heart was pounding, and his vision had yet to return. Shaking his head, he saw that Janie was getting dressed.

Thank God!

“When is everyone supposed to arrive? I want to make a good impression,” she asked, buttoning her last button on her pretty pink shirt.

“Cupcake, I can honestly say you made a great impression.”

* * * *

The barbeque was in full swing, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. It was a good turnout, with only one of the ranching families unable to join the festivities. But with all of the others here, Jeff knew the main reason they came besides the food was the latest information on the charter.

Word had gotten around rather quickly about the underwriter, Diana Bertrum-Drake or aka, Duke Adrian Bertram. Either way, most of the ranchers were eager to help hunt down this person and bring them before the courts. Though finding this person was harder than it seemed, everyone was on board to find the underwriter and get the land back fast!

Making the rounds, it never failed to amaze Jeff that when needed, his friends would come running. Looking around him, they were all there.

The McDaniel Brothers, Orin, Davis, and Jacks, best friends in high school, Jeff grew up roughhousing and causing trouble with those three. Their ranch, the Big D, neighbored the JC on the east side of the river. Running mainly show horses, they began dabbling in a little rough stock for the rodeos that passed through.

The Kincade Brothers, Brannon, Conner, and Daniel, lived to the west of the JC. With Brannon helping out as the town’s deputy sheriff, that left Conner and Daniel to run The ABC Ranch. Those boys had their work cut out for them after their father ran the ranch into the ground. Somehow, they managed to save it from the auction block, and with a little help from their neighbors, they were starting to grow their herd again.

The Quinn Brothers, Travis, Tucker, and Tate, ran the Triple T to the north. It didn’t take the brothers long when Emma came back to town to hustle her in front of a preacher. Along with their daughter Tabitha, they had settled down into family life, which was what Jeff was aching for. Even after that mess with Emma’s past, those brothers never left her side and, instead, welcomed her home.

Then there was the Little Anne to the south, which was owned by the Brannon Family. Steven and Neil Brannon ran an organic herd, and they were doing quite well. Their sister, Kelly, who just days earlier decided to be Doc Jenkins’ full-time physician’s assistant, also helped at the local VFW, acclimating soldiers back into society. The mother, Anne Brannon, for whom the ranch was named after, was also present. Anne Brannon was the only surviving sister of the Romanov sisters and the elected family head and was on hand during all commitment ceremonies.

Doc Jenkins and his attorney brother, Matthew, Emma’s biological fathers, were also on hand, along with Braxton Connelly, Treasure Cove’s town sheriff. There were also members of the town, like Macie Hicks, the owner of Macie’s Diner, and Long Feather Meyer, the owner of the local grocery store and the president of the local charter of Treasures Cove’s Indian Heritage Group, which most of the town belonged to.

The only ranch family missing was a relatively new family, the Henleys. The Horned H ranch was run by four brothers and their two sisters, whose family moved to Treasure Cove from Celestial more than fifty years ago. They were an odd bunch, but when needed, they were generally the first to show up.

Walking around, Jeff eyed Janie. She looked so beautiful in her pale pink summer dress. It never failed to amaze him that she was here with him. If it wasn’t for his brother, Caleb, Jeff would probably still be sitting on that stool in Macie’s Diner every Friday.

Janie was theirs forever. He just hadn’t figured out how to tell her yet. Of course, Caleb suggested he ask instead of telling her, but for some reason, Jeff knew Janie would want to be claimed.

He had gone into Celestial a couple of days ago while Janie was with Kelly. He met up with his sister Annie, and together, they shopped for Janie. Jeff asked Caleb if he wanted to go, but the lug refused, saying, “What the hell do I know about jewelry. Just make sure it’s big. I don’t want her doubting our love.”

So there they all were.

All his family and friends.

All the people who mattered the most to him, bound together in legacy, they prospered and flourished.

“Hey Jeff, I have to get out of here. Someone just called in a stranger sneaking around the library. I’ve gotta check it out,” Braxton informed him, hanging up his cell phone.

“You need some help, Sheriff?” Brannon Kincade offered.

Braxton smiled and shook his head. “Nah, you stay and have some fun. I won’t be gone long.”

Jeff shook Braxton’s hand. “Can’t promise you there will be any food left, but the beer is plentiful. Hurry back.”

Janie walked over, snaking her arm around Jeff’s waist. “I’ll make him a plate, Jeff. He needs to eat.” She then turned to Braxton, and in her most firm voice, she said, “You just make sure my library is okay, Sheriff.”