Janie's Tempting Submission [The Men of Treasure Cove 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (18 page)

Braxton just laughed. “Yes ma’am!” he said, and with that they watched him leave.

Turning back to their guest, they enjoyed a wonderful bounty. The food was delicious, and the desserts sweet. The crowd was mingling, laughing, and having fun.

It was the chimes of the cowbell that got everyone’s attention. They all turned to see Miss Anne standing next to Matthew Jenkins. “All right, folks. Now that everyone has had some vittles and quenched their thirst, little Matthew has some important news to talk about, so shut your mouths and show some respect.”

Matthew Jenkins blushed and then looked at the crowd. “Thank you, Miz Anne. Though I can’t remember when someone called me little,” he began.

Doc snickered. “I can!”

The laughter was immediate.

Matthew cleared his throat, bringing an end to the laughter, and began again. “We are all here because of the charter. Right now, we all know about the underwriter, Diana Bertrum-Drake. The sheriff and I have started making queries into who this person was. So far all we know, thanks to Janie Potter, is that Diana Bertrum-Drake is an anagram for Duke Adrian Bertam.

“Now, according to genealogical records, I was able to locate a Lord Bertram, around the time the town was created back in 1853. Back then, records were recorded by hand and generally most have been destroyed over the years, from flood, fire, or just plain age. Now with that said, I know that our town has kept meticulous records and that each founding family has their own records that are handed down through the generations. I am asking for those who are the current holders to please bring your family records to my office as soon as possible so I can photocopy them. We will only keep them long enough to copy the information.

“I am hoping that somewhere in your family histories, there is a link to the underwriter. So far, my searches have turned up nothing. I have a friend over in England who has offered to help in this matter. I have already emailed this person the Jenkins family history and what we already know about the charter. Since this mystery person seems to be leading us across the pond, that’s where we have to go.

“Till then, Janie Potter has graciously offered to help compile the data we get into some sort of program file that will find similarities and hopefully lead us in the right direction. As for the charter, I have a court case set for February, in Helena, to talk to the courts about reversing this charter. Now understand, if the courts decide this charter is unlawful, they can void it, which opens our family land up to outsiders. What that means is that roughly half of the land that you guys currently work will be auctioned off and sold to the highest bidder.”

“Hell no!”

“Fuck that!”

“Look, everyone, I know how you feel. Andy and I are in the same boat. According to our charter, over half of the land that we thought was going to our granddaughter will be up on the auction block. We are not happy about it either.”

Orin McDaniel shouted, “Then don’t go to Helena. Why bring the state into the matter? We don’t want or need the government’s help.”

“I wish it was that simple. When I petitioned the court a month ago, it was referred to the state’s courts, where they turned it over to the Montana Supreme Court. I was not expecting that, because having that court involved opens a whole new can of worms. But it’s done now, and we can’t do nothin’ about it.

“What we can do is find that damn underwriter and have that person sign the land back over to us before February. Folks, finding this underwriter is the most important thing. If we can’t find her or him by February, we risk the chance of losing half our land,” Matthew finished, letting his words soak in.

The low hum over the crowd was mixed with tension and anger. Nobody wanted to hear that the land their family had slaved over for generations could be taken right out from underneath them.

Jeff, Caleb, and Janie watched as the faces of their friends grew tight with worry and fear. This was not how they saw the barbeque ending, but none the less, it happened. As they began saying their good-byes, the rumble of the ground had people stopping in their tracks.

“What the hell was that?” Caleb asked.

“Earthquake?” Janie offered.

“Too shallow,” Jeff murmured, looking around, and stopped when he faced the town.

There off in the far distance, a black smoke cloud rose over the town.

“Fire!” Jeff shouted as the ranchers ran to their trucks to give assistance. “Janie, you stay here with Miz Anne and Emma. I’ve gotta go. Don’t leave this house, understand?” he ordered.

Janie stared at the growing black cloud. “Jeff, my library,” she whispered.

“Stay here, Janie. I mean it!” he shouted, kissing her quickly then running for his truck.

* * * *

There was nothing left to do.

The library was gone.

The smoldering ashes were dwindling down. Only two sides of the brick façade were left standing, and all those books, thousands of them, were gone. As the volunteer fire department pushed debris away, making sure there were no red embers left, the sheriff and deputy sheriff stood off to the side talking with two men from the Montana FBI branch.

They all knew that Braxton didn’t have a choice anymore. With the fire at the Old Mill, Braxton chalked it up to kids partying too much and not watching what they were doing. For the Treasure Cove Condo’s fire, he figured it was faulty wiring or a gas leak, but the library, well, that couldn’t be easily explained.

The force of the explosion ripped through the two-story library, leveling it instantly and taking out several business windows in the process. Store owners closest to the library were already boarding up, protecting their merchandise, but Macie’s diner, which sat directly catty-corner to the library, ended up with severe damage. The diner’s whole front façade looked like someone had taken an Uzi to it. Large gaping holes, missing windows, part of the roof was missing, and that was just the outside. The interior was a lost cause, booths, stools, and the bar all gone.

“Damn. This is gonna break Janie’s heart,” Jeff said, kicking a brick out of his way.

“The town will rebuild and fill it with books again,” Caleb replied, looking around at all the destruction. He had never seen anything like it before. There was so much destruction. He was amazed that nobody got hurt.

“Come on, we’re done here. Let’s get the trucks back to the bay!” Tate shouted, climbing into the large red fire truck.

* * * *

Janie waited patiently for them. They had been gone for hours, and she was getting worried. Aunt Anne and Emma had stayed as long as they could, but with little Tabitha needing a bath and her own bed, Emma ducked out. Aunt Anne stayed a little longer and helped clean and store all the food. She kept her promise and made Braxton a dish, which she gave to Anne when she said she needed to head home, too.

It was close to midnight when she saw the lights of the truck pull up. She stayed seated on the couch, waiting for them.

She didn’t have to wait long.

Janie watched as they both entered the house dog tired and covered in soot. Dropping their boots at the door, they quietly removed their shirts and jeans. Walking toward their bathroom in their underwear and socks, they said nothing.

Janie knew then it must have been bad. Fearing the worst, she kept her mouth shut until they confirmed her suspicions. She heard the shower turn on, and soon steam was filtering out into the hallway. Not being able to take the not knowing anymore, Janie got up and wandered into the bathroom to find the both of them under the hot shower, just leaning their backs against the cool tiles.

Their eyes were closed and their bodies relaxed. They looked exhausted.

They had taken care of her so many times before, she now wondered if they would allow her to take care of them. Going with her gut, Janie removed her clothing and stepped into the shower. Grabbing the wash rag, she soaped it up and began washing Caleb. He didn’t even flinch when the rag touched his skin, so she continued.

Finding her luffa sponge, she added soap to it and, with her other hand, began cleaning Jeff.

They were both mentally and physically drained.

Still, neither of them talked. As she continued on her path of consoling them, her hands moved lower until she was cleaning their flaccid cocks. Soft and yet still long and thick, she loved touching their hot shafts, each different but similar. Jeff’s cock was the thickest. Barely able to get her fingers around him, she loved the veiny feel of his swollen cock and his bulbous purple head. His ball sack was large and hung low as she remembered the feel of it slapping against her clit when Jeff would fuck her from behind.

Caleb’s cock was longer and smooth. His large head was pink, but it was his thick, full balls that made his cock wonderful. Caleb’s balls were heavier than Jeff’s, and when they slapped her clit it was like he was flicking a whip at her.

While she stroked them, Janie made sure each was thoroughly cleaned. She then dropped to her knees and proceeded to wash their legs. Their now hard cocks seemed to come to life as they bobbed in front of her face. Looking up, Janie saw that both men were now looking at her with wide eyes. The hunger on their faces made her pussy weep as she felt the moisture drip from her cunt.

They did that to her.

With that one look, she knew they wanted her, and her body was hardwired to them, responding every time.

Dropping the rag and luffa sponge, Janie took a hold of their hot cocks and began rubbing them slowly. As the water poured down around them, Janie let the moisture lubricate their now hardening rods. Tightening her grip enough to increase the friction, Janie applied enough pressure to elicit a moan from Caleb. Looking back up at Jeff, he just stared, almost daring her to continue.

Leaning forward, Janie licked the soft, pink head of Caleb’s dick as the taste of his pre-cum sent a warming shiver through her body. Turning to Jeff, she continued massaging him as she lowered her mouth to his balls and sucked them into her hot mouth, releasing them quickly with a soft
pop.

Jeff growled as he placed his hand on her head.

At that moment Janie knew she was doing the right thing.

With both cocks in her hands, Janie opened wide and sucked.

Caleb moaned, “Son of a bitch!”

“Suck harder,” Jeff growled, holding tight to her hair.

Janie continued to suck and slurp both cocks as her head bobbed up and down on both of them. She couldn’t believe she had both dicks in her mouth, and they fit!

She was ecstatic at being able to please them both at the same time, and the heady feeling was making her pussy quiver. She wanted them so bad, but she knew they needed this release.

With the air in the bathroom getting thicker and the steam swirling around them, Janie sucked, licked, and slurped her way down both their shafts, rubbing, massaging, and cupping their balls. She knew she was going to be unable to take them to the back of her throat, so she compensated by humming softly and wrapping her tongue around them as she moved them in and out of her mouth.

Showing special attention to their balls, she kneaded them gently, showing each just how special her hands could be. As she sucked their cocks with her hands on their balls, Janie reach back with her index fingers and inserted each finger into their assholes.

“Motherfucker!” Jeff shouted and came in hard spurts down her throat as she fucked his ass with her finger.

Caleb growled out his release seconds later, when Janie pushed her index finger in further, wiggling it as she still sucked and massaged his balls.

Swallowing their cum, Janie quietly stood, smiled, and grabbed a towel as she exited the shower, leaving Jeff and Caleb panting for more.

On some elemental level, she knew she had awakened their desire for her, but what she got in return for her special attention was beyond her imagination. She was barely out of the shower before Caleb grabbed her, thrusting his hips into her backside.

He was hard again.

He demanded, “More.” Pushing her forward, Janie grabbed a hold of the bathroom counter and braced herself. She felt Caleb’s calloused hand scoring its way down her back as his other split her swollen lips, finding her slippery pussy. Rubbing and pinching, Caleb’s wicked fingers brought her quickly to release as Janie screamed out her orgasm, coating his fingers in her cream.

* * * *

After the day Caleb had, all he wanted was a hot shower and a warm pussy to fuck. So, when his not-so-shy librarian surprised him in the shower, giving him hands down the best blow job of his existence, Caleb came on the spot, but it was nothing compared to when the little vixen stuck her finger up his ass.

No one had ever played with his ass before. It was something he never thought he wanted. But yet, his seductive little nymph had no problems pushing forward and staking her claim. The feeling was unlike anything her had ever experienced, and the moment she inserted her whole finger, she touched something deep within him, igniting a firestorm of lust and promise, and he wanted more.

A lot more.

His cock already hard again, he grabbed her hips and shoved his massive hard-on straight into her wet channel. He could still feel her walls pulsing from the quickie he gave her, and he promised himself he would do better next time, but right now, he wanted to fuck her hard. Her slippery, wet tunnel welcomed him as he pillaged and took from her. He had never been so hard in his life. Caleb felt like he could bend a steel rod over his aching cock.