RivenSheep and goats and ponies.Fuck that.I can only imagine the chaos if our sweet little Anna had a whole menagerie to take care of. And yet the thought makes me smile to myself as we leap across the brook after her.She’s so alive out here, our gypsy girl. Her wind-whipped hair flies wild and her cheeks are rosy pink. She’s nimble on the banks and quick over the fences, putting us to shame as she scrambles up and over in a flash.She belongs out here. This land is more hers than mine, even though it’s my name on the deeds.I make her wait for the praise, eyes like saucers as she watches me examine her new fence panels.“Well?” she asks finally. “Are they good or what?”I take a breath as though I’m about to deliver bad news, but Kennedy blows my ruse.“He’s dicking about with you,” he says. “He’s impressed.”“I’m impressed,” I admit. “You did great.”My heart flutters like a fucking sap as her chest puffs up proud. “I told you,” she says. “It’s in my blood. It’s all in my blood.
AnnaIt’s warm in the middle, wedged tight between two hot bodies in Riven’s bed. I love it here.I try not to remember it’s Sunday night and they’ll be back at work again in the morning.Riven’s hand is on my stomach, Kennedy’s is in mine. One of my legs hooks Riven’s, the other hooks his.I should be exhausted but I’m not. I should be ready for sleep after an afternoon trekking through fields, my pussy sore from taking Kennedy again earlier.But I’m not.I want them both again and I want them now. I can’t get enough of them.I can’t get enough of them loving me. Wanting me. Taking care of me.I can’t get enough of the way I know they’ll pull me back in line whenever I get too much, either.Rough. That’s what I want.Rough and strong and dirty.My two dirty daddies.I must manage an hour or two of trying to sleep before it gets too much. Riven’s rolled onto his side, facing me, his breath even against my cheek.Kennedy is still on his back, rigid as he stares up at the ceiling.I kno
One mouth on mine, then another. Over and over. Open-mouthed kisses that set me on fire. A thumb on my clit that drives me insane.I want this every night. I want the three of us in a bed from now until the end of time.It’s Riven that rolls me to face Kennedy and guides my leg up and over. It’s Riven that urges us on as four fingers make way for one hard cock.He slides his hand down between us, fingering my clit as Kennedy pushes his dick inside me. His hand is wedged tight, fingertips pressed right on target.Slow thrusts, all the way in and all the way out again. And then Riven, hitching up tight behind me with his big dick pressed against my ass.I want to tell him I like it. I want to tell him I’ve done things. Dirty things. Things I know I like already.I want to tell him to do them to me, but I don’t know how to say it.I’m going to come already, fucked so slowly by Kennedy as Riven circles my clit. Only Kennedy stops before it gets that far. He pulls out and urges me to back
KennedyThe whole town knows Anna Josephine is staying with Riven. Three different people question me on my way to the office, three nosey fuckers without anything better to be worrying about.Yes, she’s staying with Riven. Yes, she’s working for him.The gossips will talk, rumours will ripple. Maybe some of them will even be close to the truth.I know I’m going to have to face Pam, but I head to my desk first and turn on my PC. I’ve no idea yet what I’m going to say to her, and I’ve never been a man to lie – that’s not my style, but I’m not about to offer up the full, honest truth to her either.Not when I’m still coming to terms with it myself.If I weren’t so invested in helping the poor kids on my books that need someone to fight their corner, none of this would bother me.But there’s no arguing the fact that I’ve stepped over professional boundaries, even if Anna Josephine is a case all of her own. I’ve stepped over lines that would be impossible to justify to co-workers, and my
RivenIt’s the same old office with the same old team in it. The same old faces asking me about my weekend out of politeness.I give them the same old bland answers and wonder how I didn’t realise my life was so flat and dull before Anna Josephine came tumbling into it.I normally struggle to give too much of my time to this business, but right now, with that delicious girl waiting at home for me, I’m struggling to give it any time at all.I’ve never been so pleased to jump back in my car at the end of the work day. I’ve also never been so pleased to pull up onto my driveway to find Kennedy’s old car already parked in my space.I’m grinning as I step through the front door, whistling a stupid tune as I head straight through to the kitchen.“Someone’s happy,” Anna says, but it seems like I’m the only one. She gestures at Kennedy, head resting on his palm as he flips through the local newspaper.He looks like he’s had a pig of a day, but as I step closer it looks like it’s even more tha
AnnaI hate seeing Kennedy so sad. I don’t understand all of it, but I know it’s bad, and I know it’s about work.I also know how hard he tried to work with me when I was sitting across his desk every week. He’s good with people. He cares.Even if that place is stuffy and snooty and no good for people like me.I don’t think now’s the time to tell him that, so I keep my mouth shut and do what I can do, which is mainly make coffee.He closes his newspaper and pulls me tight against him as I dish out the drinks, and it’s nice to feel him smile against my cheek.“I’m sorry,” he says, “I don’t mean to seem miserable. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you.”I nod. “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you, too.” I look over at Riven. “Both of you.”I love how Kennedy’s arm feels around my waist. I love the smell of him in his suit.He’s wearing the tie I bought him and it makes me feel proud.“Did they say anything?” I ask. “About me, I mean? Did you get into trouble for helping me?”“No,
KennedyLoving Anna Josephine is everything I thought it would be. More than I thought it would be.Because the Anna Josephine who snapped and sneered at me every week in my office has transformed into a girl who’s everything I knew she could be.Even more than I knew she could be.I know I said packing my clothes and bringing them here would be way too soon, but here, in bed, with Anna snuggled into my side and Riven pressed up against the back of her, it feels anything but soon.It feels like all roads led here, even if I didn’t know it before it happened.The whole town undoubtedly knows Anna is here, even if they didn’t even know where here was before now.Riven’s house will have been discussed and pointed out, questions raised over just what’s going on between the man they know makes a shit ton of money out of insurance, and the mouthy little gypsy girl they shake their head at in the street.But I don’t care.My job is the only string left holding me to any of their unwanted opi
AnnaAfter all those years of feeling I had nothing to live for but a disgusting excuse for a brother who made me do things that no girl should ever do, I suddenly have a whole world in front of me.I love wandering through the fields every day – especially today.Especially since there was a knock at the front door this morning and I had to sign for a parcel with my name on it. I had to ask three times to make sure the courier was sure, but there it was in print – Anna Josephine – my name right over the address. I stared at it for ten whole minutes before I opened it, and when I finally tore into the box it took my breath.A new pair of boots in just the right size. The delivery note said from Riven and Kennedy, you earned them with a string of kisses underneath. I still have it in my pocket. I don’t think I’ll ever take it out.I love feeling the mud under those new boots as I set off across Riven’s beautiful farmland with a load of planks on my shoulder and a hammer stuffed down my