Carrie Doss glanced at the emergency exit just three feet from the table where she sat. Always having an escape plan in mind was something he had taught her a very long time ago.
But it wasn’t just out of habit her current focus was on the door, which she’d noted her first day on the job at the diner. The exit had been quite easy to spot with the words “Alarm will sound when opened” across the big metal panic bar. No matter what shift she worked—early morning, breakfast, lunch, dinner, or late night—Carrie kept that door in view, in casehe came through the front entrance.
She hadn’t seen the con artist reverend in thirteen years, but the very thought of him made her blood turn icy and her insides storm. Could the female customer sitting across from her be on the bastard’s payroll? Even if not, the woman had way too much information. The well-dressed lady had come into the diner and ordered pie and coffee. Not unusual. The eatery was one of the premier places in Dallas to get award winning, delicious desserts. Having a killer sweet tooth, Carrie had applied to be a waitress at The Blue Spot Diner the very day she’d entered the city limits. That was only sixty days ago. Normally she would have at least another month before she packed her bags for another city, another place where she could remain anonymous.
Bags? She only had one, the big red suitcase that was never far from her and was always locked. Right now, it was inside the trunk of her car, a 2005 red Chevy Malibu, which was parked on the side street by the diner.
The woman had introduced herself as “Jena.” She was Carrie’s last customer for tonight’s shift. “You were once Carrie Clemens, correct?”
“No,” she lied. “I’ve never gone by Carrie Clemens.”
Jena had asked Carrie to sit and join her for dessert.
It had been so long since Carrie had any connection with another human being. Pie and coffee had sounded good to her, being more than a little hungry. Against better judgment, she’d agreed and took the seat opposite Jena. She knew it had been a mistake.
“I see.” Jena glanced back at her laptop that she’d brought out after Carrie had sat down. The woman didn’t look dangerous. Actually, Jena was quite attractive. Her emerald-green eyes were vibrant and her demeanor was warm.
Carrie took another bite of her apple pie, noting that Jena had pushed her half-eaten cherry pie to the side.
Jena might not appear a threat to most, but Carrie had also learned that looks could be deceiving. Rev. Willie had always seemed harmless but definitely wasn’t. Not only was he a con man, but also he was extremely abusive. She had many scars to prove it—both physically and mentally.
Looking up from her laptop, Jena fixed her stare on her. “You changed your name to Doss, right?”
“No. I’ve always been Carrie Doss,” she lied as her apprehension continued to grow. Who is this woman and what does she want with me? The more questions Jena asked her the more she worried that there was a connection of some sort between Jena and the Reverend. “I’ve never been a Clemens.”
“Clemens” was the first name Willie had given her after the fire. His name. One of many. Rev. Willie had never told her his real name. Did he even remember it himself? Of course he did. Unlike her mind, the bastard’s had no gaps, no missing weeks, months, or years.
She didn’t remember the fire, only the smoke.
Josh removed her top and bra, and placed his mouth on her breast, pinching the nipple of the other one. She felt a shiver shake her entire body, and her desire grew. She moaned as the pressure began to build inside her.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Jacob said, his commanding tone deep and full of lust. “That’s what we want to hear. We want to know how you feel. That way we can give you all the pleasure you desire.”
They were completely focused on her, something she’d never experienced before. Knowing that made her want them even more.
When she felt Jacob touch her pussy and Josh swirl his tongue around her taut nipples, uncontrollable moans came out of her and more moisture pooled between her legs.
Burning inside and out, she began unbuttoning Josh’s shirt. “I want to feel your body, Josh.”
He smiled and took off his shirt, tossing it to the edge of the blanket.
“My God, you are gorgeous.” She ran her fingers over his muscled chest and six-pack abs.
Quickly, he removed the rest of his clothes. His naked body was sheer male perfection. His large cock was erect, and she couldn’t resist touching it. She ran her fingers up and down his shaft and then circled the head with the tip of her index finger.
He groaned and his eyes widened, letting her know he was enjoying her touch. “Jacob, I want to feel her pussy.”
“You’re in for a special treat,” Jacob said, ripping off his clothes fast. His body was equally muscular as Josh’s, like a Greek god. His thick cock was stiff and the head passed his navel, it was so long. “Do you want to touch me, sweetheart?”
She whispered her answer. “Yes.”
He smiled and took her hand, guiding it to his dick. She wrapped her hand around it, but was unable to bring the tips of her fingers together.
“Stroke me, Carrie,” he commanded, and she obeyed instantly, unable to resist.
Josh started kissing his way down her body, starting with her neck, down to her breasts, slipping to her abdomen, and then finally she could feel his hot breath on her pussy.
She moved her hands up and down Jacob’s shaft, watched his eyelids narrow, and heard his breaths deepen.
Josh kissed her pussy, running his tongue through her flesh. “Your pussy is soft and warm, and dripping with sweet cream.”
Electricity ran through her body as he kissed her clit. Feeling his lips pressing on the little bundle caused the pressure to expand. Her desire to have them inside her continued to grow and grow, making her insane.
She continued pumping Jacob’s cock. “I want to taste you.”
Jacob smiled and touched her cheek. “And I want to feel your sweet mouth on my dick.”
She turned to the side and twirled her tongue on the tip of his cock. He responded with a big manly groan, and wrapped his hands around the back of her head.
“And I want to feel your tight pussy clenching my dick,” Jacob said, reaching for his jeans and pulling out a condom.
She swallowed Jacob’s cock, tightening her lips around his shaft. He rewarded her with another sexy groan.
Josh moved his body up her frame until the head of his cock was pressing on her swollen folds.
She burned so hot inside with sensations she’d never felt before. The pressure was too much, too powerful. She needed release in the worst way. She continued sucking on Jacob, and wrapped her legs around Josh, a silent plea to him.
“I understand, honey,” Josh said, his words heavy and hot with hunger. And then he pushed his cock all the way inside her pussy, delivering a powerful shock throughout her body.
Her legs tightened around Josh’s frame and her mouth devoured Jacob’s cock. As Josh thrust his dick in and out, she felt it scraping against her G-spot.
She was close—so very close. Never had she been consumed by anything so powerful, and by their actions she knew Josh and Jacob were experiencing the same intensity of this moment. She matched every thrust that came from Josh into her pussy, swallowing Jacob’s shaft. The three of them were perfectly in sync, matching each other’s movements.
Josh sent his dick deeper and faster into her, pushing her to the edge. Control was no longer possible, and the overwhelming sensations inside her exploded into the most powerful release she’d ever experienced. Lines of electricity shot through her body, causing every part of her to shake. Her skin tingled and her insides burned.