She felt her sister pet her hair and then whispered against her shoulder.
“Baby, we’ve seen the worst side of men that any woman ever could see. We have to believe that there are decent men out there that could love us and take care of us with actions of affection not abuse. Look at Susanna and Paula. They found great men. I want that someday and I know you do, too. Please don’t let the past ruin the rest of your future. We’ll get through this together. All of us Dixie Chix.”
She pulled back and held Alexa’s hands.
“I love you, Sally, but I’m scared of trusting and especially of trusting a man.”
“I know, sweetie. Damn, do I sure know it. But we have to have hope that our dreams can come true. We’re young. You’re twenty-three and I’m about to turn twenty-four and we have our whole lives ahead of us because we escaped. The uncles are behind bars thanks to Susanna. It’s time to live, Alexa. Now turn around and take another look at yourself in that mirror, honey.”
“What?” she asked as she absorbed the sight of her long legs, accentuated by the high brown boots, the camisole that was way too low but showed her abundant breasts even though the pale pink lace overlay was Sally’s idea of a cover-up. The brown floral skirt hugged her waist and hips tightly and landed inches above her knees. It was way shorter than her usual attire. It looked good. She looked really good, and just like the normal women that frequented Dixie Chix looking for a good time.
“What?” she asked her sister as Sally smiled wide. She felt her cheeks warm and a feeling of nausea fill her gut.
“Don’t panic, honey, but you look hot. I knew you would. Just think of it as a new beginning all around today. You brought your camera so you can start making memories, and you engaged in your first real conversation with a great man, and now you’re embracing your youth and your beauty. Watch out Delite, Texas, Alexa’s in the house tonight!”
* * * *
Paula was standing in the hallway looking over some papers to make sure she had done all the proper ordering. Instantly she felt the thick, strong arm wrap around her midsection and a hand cup her breast.
“Hey!” She jolted only to be pressed through the open doorway of the staff room.
She realized instantly that it was Tyler. He kissed her neck then spun her around and covered her mouth. He was kissing her and running his hands all over her body. He kicked the door with his foot and closed it.
She needed to come up for air but touching him and absorbing his masculinity took priority. When he lifted her skirt up she grabbed his forearms to stop him as he walked her backward. Then she felt the second set of hands.
She knew that Matt was there and boy was she feeling so sexually aroused and naughty right now. Tyler hadn’t locked the door. Oh God why am I even thinking that? I’m at work in a public place right now. Fuck they have me so wild with lust for them I can’t think straight.
She felt Matt’s hands on her waist as he palmed down her skin removing her panties in the process. Tyler was relentless in his kisses.
“Fuck baby you look so hot out there in your short skirt. I wasn’t sure if you were wearing any panties,” Matt stated then swiped his finger over her pussy before pressing a finger up into her. She rose on tiptoes and Tyler released her lips.
“Get into position,” he commanded, not giving her a moment to adjust to this scene.
She did as she was told and placed her hands above her head and crossed them. She stepped out, spreading her feet then bent a little as Matt stroked her pussy from behind with his fingers.
“Oh please, I’m at work. We can’t do this,” she begged them, but she also felt so fully aroused that just a few more pumps from Matt’s fingers and she would come.
Tyler gripped her chin and clenched his teeth as he stared down into her eyes with intensity.
“Don’t you dare come.”
Oh fuck.
She clenched her thighs and her pussy.
“That’s right, woman, you hold it in. You belong to us, baby. We can’t go for long periods of time without having you,” Matt stated, pumping his finger then adding a second digit.
“I just left you two hours ago.” She panted, her eyes closed and damn it she was humping his hand and pressing her breasts toward Tyler.
Tyler pushed up her shirt, lifted her breasts from her bra, and squeezed both mounds. He leaned down and licked the tips and she clenched her thighs. Matt pulled his fingers from her pussy.
“The position,” Matt reprimanded and she parted her thighs.
“She’s not listening, Tyler,” Matt stated.
“No, no, I am listening. Oh God please, Tyler. I need to come. Please.”
Matt sat down on the chair behind her. She heard him moving then Tyler turned her around.