Rescue Party (5 page)

“We have to get there,” she insisted.

Dean kissed her as Clay stepped into the hot zone. “We will. You need to relax and be helpful today. We can’t be grouchy volunteers.”

“I’m not,” she moaned.

Clay buried his face in her pussy as if he’d be there all day. Dean kissed Steve and got a taste of that pussy juice before he went back and plundered her mouth with his tongue. She trembled and made wild sounds as she grabbed Dean for stability.

“Clay!” she screamed as she pushed his head to keep him down there.

Eventually, Clay came up for air and licked her inner thighs. His smile said it all. “If you know how to suck clit, you get all the girls. Now you know my secret.”

Clay kissed Dean before he traded places. Dean had gotten to fuck her first last night so he’d never complain about eating her last. “Tender?” he asked.

She nodded. “You don’t have to.”

“Oh honey, don’t try to get out of it.” Dean sucked her outer lips one at a time. Sliding two fingers just inside of her, he curled them upward and felt her tightening. He wasn’t just going to eat her out. He was going to finger her to prove his skills with a woman. She’d be wet all day and wanting more from them. Knowing that would make it a great day no matter what they had to face.

Moaning, she twisted her hips. He was going too slowly for her needs. Grinning, he sucked and tugged at her inner folds as he fingered her pussy deep then hit the key spots again. She lurched on the counter and lifted to him.

“Everyone has their own technique. That’s the fun part,” Clay said.

“Don’t you like it?” Steve asked.

“I love it. I want to suck all of you off now,” she said through clenched teeth.

“No time for that.” Dean licked her clit and curled his fingers, working her spot until her head snapped back and her hips rocked. Her juices flowed, and he lapped them up, nibbling her pussy right along.

“Dean, more!” She squeezed his fingers inside of her.

He rubbed her magic spot again, and she shrieked. Steve held her tight, or she might’ve slid onto the flood as if she were a rag doll.

“I think we should start every day like this,” Dean licked her clean.

“Me, too.” Clay kissed her mouth. “But we better get to the school.”

“You guys are amazing and a pain!” Her eyes flashed in annoyance, but her lips were smiling.

“We never cause pain. That’s not our thing.” Steve winked at her.

* * * *

Two hours later, the gym was a buzzing shelter with cots and people lined up for various necessities. Stressed sighs and joyful reunions filled the air, but everyone kept their cool for the most part. Food and water donations were coming in from homes and businesses.

Kacy set up a white board, matching people who were flooded out of their homes with people who had room to spare. The sheriff and fire departments called in as they went house-to-house reporting on what was habitable. It wasn’t as bad as she expected.

Her stress level was very low after her morning activity. Every time she thought of it, Kacy felt as if she were glowing red. The mindless busy work helped her keep from getting wrapped up in it.

Steve and Clay were using the big truck to help rescue people who were not in need of medical aid. Dean was manning the first aid station at the other end of the gym with a couple of nursing students home from college for the summer. Emergencies were being airlifted out, and a medical crew was on the road to help staff the clinic.

Even in a town as small as Lucky Springs, there was a lot to handle. She wasn’t the emergency coordinator—that was left to the sheriff—but she could help them coordinate relief efforts. Clay and Steve walked in a new group of tired and scared residents. Why did she always fall for the hot white guys? Her college boyfriend hadn’t worked out, but she clearly had a pattern.

The sight of those two triggered a renewed wave of desire. Great sex and great men who were into her and each other kept her thoughts light and her attitude positive. It blew her mind. She’d never done anything like that! A single one-night stand in college had left her feeling less than satisfied, but these were grown men who knew what they were doing. And maybe it wouldn’t be a one-night stand after all.

“Hey Kacy! Steve and Dean brought you in?” Moira asked.

Kacy kept her calm even as she jumped inside. Moira knew Steve well. She taught Spanish at the high school. Small towns got complicated.

“Yep, my car got washed off the road last night. That water came up too fast. They have a massive truck.” Kacy made it sound casual.

“That’s great. They’re a huge help. At least you were safe and dry last night.” Moira smiled. The tall beauty had her hair in a braid, and her reddish brown skin gleamed. They’d been friends for years, and Kacy felt as if Moira was fishing around for a conversation.

“They are helpful. That big truck gets through anything. We lost power last night, so I’m a little rumpled, but their place is on high ground.” Kacy went back to logging people.

Moira started passing out bottles of water to new arrivals.

Clay walked up to Kacy and stood very close. “Steve said there were extra shirts around here?”

“Sure. What happened?” She turned to him and saw a big blood stain across the front of Clay’s shirt. She pressed her hands to his chest carefully, and he didn’t even wince. “Oh my God! Are you okay?”

“Fine. A kid’s leg got cut. I carried him out, but the blood is scaring people. Dean is stitching the kid up.” Clay peeled off the wet, stained shirt.

“Dean? Wow.” How different could humans be from animals?

“The kid’s parents are fine with it. Skin is skin, and it’s a big gash. The kid’ll have a cool scar. We had him press against me to stop the bleeding. It looks worse than it is,” Clay said.

“Come with me.” She led him to the back room with the high school’s stash of gym shirts and shorts. There were also some donated T-shirts and jeans from the thrift store. “We’ll find something. Glad you’re okay. The cut was bad?”

“Not too terrible, only it bled like crazy.” He grabbed a towel and dried off.

She handed him a shirt. “Glad you guys are fine. Be careful out there.”

“You know you can stay with us as long as you want. Please don’t run away.” He leaned down and kissed her before he slid the shirt over his head.

Startled, she took a step back. “I appreciate the offer, but you don’t live there. Do you?”

“No, not exactly. Dean said you’re welcome to stay this morning. He won’t pressure you. I don’t want you to leave.” Clay filled out the thin shirt well.

She could see his muscles underneath and wanted to touch him. “I don’t want to mess things up. You’re new to the group thing. I’m clueless.”

“Yeah, the group thing is new, but it’s great. It’s a lot better with a woman in the mix. Your little cottage still has a few inches of water in it. Days of drying ahead. All available pumps are set up at the clinic, and main necessity’s to get the water out of there as fast as possible. Those are the facts. Well, I better get back.” He kissed her cheek fast.

She pushed him away but smiled. Once Clay left, Kacy spotted Moira glancing back into the room with an arched eyebrow and half-smile. For now, Kacy had the excuse of the flood to stay with the men. Her car was no doubt totaled, wherever it landed. She’d need a rental and a ride to get that much.

Sure, she had friends who’d help her, but the men were so convenient and already had given her experiences she’d never forget. She wanted more. Any excuse to stay close was a good one.

“Kacy, we need you up here,” Moira called.

Shaking off the haze of lust and desire, she went back to work with people who needed help. Play would have to wait.

Chapter Four

The time after the flood had been tense for most people, but the last week had been bliss for Clay. Even all the work at Kacy’s place was great because they were together. Watching Kacy bending over and gathering clothing from her bottom dresser drawers made it even better. The water invading her little cottage-style home had finally gone down. She’d been stuck staying with them, and they’d fallen into a comfortable routine of group sex and helping the town recover. It couldn’t last forever, but Clay liked not having to explain things or answer questions at work.

He’d loaned his mega truck to Steve who worked with the town on the rescue group since school hadn’t started up yet. With a medical team in town, Dean returned to tending the animals again. It seemed every day newly found critters were brought to the barn. Owners would then claim them as soon as they could.

The group had made a few trips with Kacy to her place to retrieve enough clothes for the week. Now, they were trying to rescue the rest of her wardrobe and personal items before the cleaners came in to treat the wood floors and walls so they wouldn’t mold. The water had taken its time going down, and there were only so many pumps in town.

“The insurance will cover it all.” Steve carried a laundry basket full of clothes outside.

“I know, it’s just a pain. I’ve got renters insurance. It’s nothing tragic.” She tossed some stuff from the bottom of her closet into the garbage bag Clay held.

“You can probably wash them with vinegar. My mom used vinegar to clean everything. Might not have to bleach stuff,” Clay suggested.

“They’re just clothes.” She tossed a pair of shoes out, as well.

“It’s still not easy. Be careful for snakes. One might’ve slid into the dresser.” Dean exited the bathroom with a box full of stuff. “Bathroom is cleaned out except for cabinets and drawers.”

“Thanks. I’m sure this is what you guys wanted to do on your day off.” She stood up and leaned against the wall.

“Of course, we’d rather be naked in bed with you, but we can’t do that twenty-four-seven. People would talk.” Clay loved how she looked in a pink T-shirt and denim shorts. The calf high rubber boots made it real. The ick was on the floor, and they didn’t want to track anything home.

She chuckled. “Men.”

“Don’t worry about those. We’ll have to wash all the clothes anyway. With the fans in here to dry stuff off, it could mix up the air. You want to make sure we clean everything.” Dean nodded. “Plenty of time to play later.”

Steve used his smartphone to snap pictures of every room and all around the house. “They’ll clean this place up, and it’ll be fine in no time.”

“Thanks. I appreciate the help.” She hugged Clay then Dean.

“No problem.” Clay hugged Steve.

Kacy joined in, hugging Steve. Dean hugged her from behind. Clay felt oddly at ease with the group. It was almost home. A sense of ease he’d never experienced before with anyone. The give and take was natural with no pressure to be more than he was or show off for any reason. He’d grown up in competition with his cousins, and now he couldn’t care less how things ranked. All that mattered was everyone was happy.

“We should get all this stuff home.” Kacy shook her head at the stained bottom of the dressers.

“The sofas need cleaning, as well. I just hope they’re thorough.” Clay tried not to think about when all the flood distractions were over with, and he might face questions from his uncle and cousins about moving in
permanently
with other men and now a woman.

Once home and in the laundry room, everyone stripped down and dumped their clothes in the washing machine. Clay enjoyed the view as they all piled into the large shower. The four of them barely fit, but no one suggested taking turns.

He dragged a washcloth over her round ass, and Kacy laughed at him. “Scrub where we were exposed to the air, no playing. Yet.”

Dean and Steve worked her arms, but their mouths found her nipples fast. Clay focused on her neck and down her back before he knelt and scrubbed her legs from ankle to thigh. He loved her body and wondered how ink would look on her light brown skin. Her skin was flawless, no scars or ink. Only her ears were pierced.

She had a cloth in each hand and washed off the other guys’ arms. The men had been in full jeans, so they’d been less exposed. When Clay was done with her sexy calves, he worked on Dean and Steve’s necks and pinched their firm asses.

Part of Clay had hoped screwing Dean and Steve like crazy would get the need for men out of his system. He had thought maybe it was just a passing thing, but it wasn’t, even with Kacy around. He loved pleasing Kacy, but she enjoyed watching the men together, as well. He hadn’t lost his craving for dick either, even if Kacy was their core right now. Denying his lust for men wasn’t an option any longer.

“You’re so quiet.” Kacy pinched Clay’s nipple.

The lust charged through him. “Just thinking how glad I am you needed rescuing.” He slipped between the two other men and kissed her mouth.

“Me, too.” She kissed him back. “We should rinse off and do this right.”

The group worked so well together, they were dry and sprawled on the big bed in Dean and Steve’s bedroom within minutes. Clay pulled her down onto her back and kissed her neck as he caressed her inner thigh with his fingertips.

“I think we should try a little something,” he said.

“What’s that?” she asked.

He reached into the toy drawer and grabbed a smallish butt plug. Snagging the bottle of lube as well and enough condoms for them all to have fun, he scattered the supplies on the bed. Her eyes grew wide at the toy.

“There aren’t enough real cocks here?” she asked.

“They’re too big to play fair with a virgin ass. You’re way too eager to take it slow.” He lubed the toy and worked it slowly into her rear.

Steve and Dean offered their cocks to her, and Kacy was contently distracted. Clay rubbed her clit as he twirled the toy in her tight pucker. It went faster than he expected, and her moans egged him on.

“Like it?” Dean asked her.

“The real thing would be better.” She pushed down on the toy.

Clay slid a finger alongside the toy, and she froze. “Take it easy.”

“Fuck me!” She nuzzled Dean’s cock.

“You heard the lady.” Clay pushed the toy in that last inch until the end was snugly and safely settled between her cheeks as her muscles pinched the toy just right.