“I can’t believe both of you are having affairs with three men at the same time. That’s six guys between the two of you.” Bobbi Jo Olafson closed her eyes for a moment. “I haven’t had a date in a half year. I work in a wing joint and go braless every day because that makes the tips better. I’m in a miniskirt, stilettos, and wearing a halter-top without a bra, and you two are fucking your brains out with some of the greatest guys on the planet.” Bobbi Jo sighed theatrically and slapped her palms on the table at Wings & Things. “How is that even close to being fair? Where the hell is karma?”
Ariel McDonahue smiled, looked away, looked down, and looked Bobbi Jo in the eyes. “It’s not fair. I’m sorry to tell you that, but the simple truth is that it’s not fair.” She inhaled deeply, sighed, and smiled again. “I’ve got three of the most magnificent men on the planet making love to me several times a week. They treat me like I’m the queen of England.”
“Ewww,” Angela D’Agastino said. “The queen of England is really old. Come up with another analogy.”
“Fine,” Ariel said. “They treat me like a princess. A real, live, honest-to-goodness princess. They make love to me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. And every once in a while, instead of making love to me, they fuck the hell out of me.” She rolled her eyes heavenward. “Getting slam-fucked by three of the world’s most virile men is an experience that I can’t describe.” She shook her head and combed her fingers through her strawberry blonde hair. “There just aren’t words for it.”
Bobbi Jo took a sip of her soda, and then glanced at her wristwatch. She had three minutes left of her break at the wing joint of Wings & Things, and if there was anything she had learned, it was that her boss went ballistic whenever any of his employees was even thirty seconds late.
“I’ve got to get back to work,” Bobbi Jo said. “You two are my best friends, and the truth is that I’m pleased that both of you are having loving relationships with three men each, but you’ve got to understand that your happiness sits a little uneasy with me. Guys outnumber girls more than twenty-to-one in Williston, and the only guys who want to talk to me never actually look me in the eyes, they just look at my tits and drool down their chins.”
“You’re in a bad mood, and that’s our fault,” Angela said. “We should have been more thoughtful when we started talking about how happy we are.”
“It’s not your fault,” Bobbi Jo said, feeling about as low as she ever had in her life. “I’ve got to get back to work.”
“E-readers!” Ariel said quickly. “We’ve got to exchange e-readers.”
Bobbi Jo hurried to where her purse was behind the bar, pulled out her e-reader, and then rushed back to her friends. They all handed over their e-readers to the right. It was how they got to read three times the amount of erotic romances without spending three times the money.
From the other side of the restaurant, Bobbi Jo’s boss bellowed, “Break’s over! Get back to work!”
“I hate that prick,” Bobbi Jo said under her breath, and then hurried toward the kitchen to pick up the next order of burgers or wings to deliver to the oil well workers who tipped her so extravagantly, especially when she showed more cleavage than usual.
She took three steps, and then noticed that Jacob and Caleb Blackridge had just stepped into the restaurant. She inhaled sharply, and the breath caught in her throat.
It’s not fair that they’re that handsome and that rich.
She closed her eyes, but just for a moment. She tried to tell herself they were just a couple of men half a dozen years older than herself, and even though they were worth millions, that shouldn’t mean anything at all to her.
But it did mean something. Bobbi Jo was born and raised in Williston. She'd watched it go from a dying little town in the Badlands of North Dakota, to a booming oil town where men outnumbered women more than twenty-to-one, and it was virtually impossible to find an apartment for rent at a reason price.
* * * *
Jacob looked around Wings & Things. There was the usual crowd of oil rig workers, some of whom worked for Jacob’s company, others who worked for the competition. Jacob liked many of the men he saw. There were a few he didn’t much care for, but he tried to keep his emotions separated from his professional judgments regarding workers. Some of the best oilmen he’d ever known were jerks in real life. That didn’t keep Jacob from hiring them, it just kept him from socializing with them.
Jacob had hired a few men who were world class pricks, but he’d never had a cocktail with one of them. Not one.
There was only so much Jacob was willing to do to make a profit.
Caleb said, “There she is.”
There were fifty people in the pub, but Jacob knew exactly who his brother was talking about. It was Bobbi Jo, and she looked nothing less than delicious. Calling her scrumptious wouldn’t be an overreach. Of medium height, maybe five-four or so, and perhaps a touch overweight, she looked like a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, Viking goddess. Full breasts that weren’t too big. A ready smile that wasn’t phony. Dimples in both cheeks deep enough to need a Q-tip to clean them.
She turned her back to the men, apparently not seeing them, and when she did, Jacob was given a view of her walking away…in her denim miniskirt.
“Enjoy your drink,” Bobbi Jo said, her voice a low, sensual purr. “And I’ll enjoy this.”
She reached for his cock and curled her fingers slowly around the thick shaft. When she squeezed it, the head pulsed visibly, and the flesh became noticeably longer and thicker.
It’s been so long since I’ve touched a man. It’s been even longer since I’ve wanted to.
With his free hand, Jacob reached for her, but Bobbi Jo stopped him short.
“The doctor was very specific. Nothing strenuous.” She gave him a wicked smile, the kind of smile she hadn’t given anyone in a long, long time. “Just relax and enjoy your drink. It’s been quite a while for me, but I think I still remember how to do this.”
As she stroked him, running her hand from the base all the way up to the very tip, she looked straight into his eyes.
What does he think of me now?
Bobbi Jo didn’t want to consider things like that. She was behaving in a manner entirely unlike her more rational, less passionate self. This was a part of her character she hadn’t known about. She considered that perhaps it had always been inside her, but she’d just never let it free.
Or, more likely, it’s Jacob that makes me want to be this way.
“Drink,” Bobbi Jo said, and once again with her free hand tilted the glass full of whiskey up toward his mouth. She felt a twinge of insecurity go through her, knowing that Jacob was a man of prodigious experience in sensual matters while she herself was not virginal but was by no measure “experienced.”
Jacob resisted. There was confusion in his blue eyes.
“If you’re not going to drink, I’m not going to continue.”
Jacob took a healthy swallow of his whiskey.
Bobbi Jo inhaled deeply for courage, bent to the side, kissed the crown of Jacob’s cock three times, and then pushed her lips over it. It was the first time she had tasted a man’s most intimate flesh in months. More significantly, it was the first time she’d really wanted to in approximately forever.
It was a rich, deep, masculine sound that sort of rumbled out of Jacob’s chest before making its way slowly but inexorably to Bobbi Jo’s clit. Nothing could have sounded better to her at that moment than to hear the music of the handsome man’s sensual satisfaction.
She tightened her lips around the shaft, just behind the head. He was thick. She couldn’t push her lips very far down the shaft before the spongy crown was pressing tightly against the opening of her throat. Swirling her tongue slowly, she pulled up, feeling the flesh throb between her lips.
Bobbi Jo heard him take a sip of whiskey, and then sigh. This time the sound was a little different than before.
Sipping a good whiskey while getting a good blow job. That’s got to be every man’s fantasy. But another thought went through her, and this one made her stop and briefly close her eyes more tightly shut. Please, please, please let me be the first one to suck your cock while you sip your cocktail.
Forcing insecurities from her mind, Bobbi Jo twisted a little on the edge of the mattress to get into a better position to accomplish the mission she’d set upon. She reminded herself to be careful for his ribs. The slightest jostling of the mattress seemed to cause him significant pain.
She began bobbing slowly up and down. Leaning sideways at the mattress’s edge, her ponytail fell down the side of her face.
“Move your hair away,” Jacob said, quietly but with the aristocratic confidence of a man who has said the same thing before, and is always obeyed. “You’re so beautiful. I want to be able to see you.”
The word “beautiful” sounded as sweet as anything Bobbi Jo had ever heard. She tossed her ponytail so that it was over the opposite shoulder and wouldn’t hide her face. Then she slowly filled her mouth with Jacob’s masculinity, nibbling lightly with her lips on the pulsing shaft. She didn’t stop until he threatened to enter her throat, and that was something she couldn’t do. Reaching between his powerful thighs, she squeezed his balls through the cotton of his boxers, eliciting another low groan of pleasure from Jacob.
With her mouth filled with him, Bobbi Jo turned her face and looked up into his eyes. She knew she must have presented a terribly lewd image at that moment.
“I’m feeling selfish. I’m a guy who prides himself on giving as good as he gets.”
She released him, and then licked from the base all the way to the tip.
“Shhh,” Bobbi Jo shushed, her lips nuzzling the underside of the cock’s crown. “I’m to make sure you follow doctor’s orders. Don’t be in any hurry. I want you to finish with that”—she nodded toward his nightcap—“at the same time I finish with this.”
He smiled, and Bobbi Jo felt a surge of confidence go through her. She’d never spoken to anyone like that, and yet now she was doing so with a man she hadn’t even kissed on the mouth. She wondered what had come over her to make her behave so boldly, and then tried to push all thoughts out of her head so that she could concentrate entirely on giving the best blow job of her life.