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  Bobbi Jo in Ecstasy

  Love has been elusive and sometimes painful for Bobbi Jo Olafson as she works as a waitress living in the oil fields of North Dakota. It can be an especially difficult territory for a young woman, where men outnumber women more than twenty to one, and though their pockets are filled with oil money, none seem interested in anything more from a woman than what they can buy.

  But handsome oil wildcatters, brothers Caleb and Jacob Blackridge, have had their fill of casual encounters, and spending time with women who only want access to their fortune. When they realize that Bobbi Jo is the one woman for both of them, they set their sights on making her their one and only. They turn her world, and her heart, upside down! But terror lurks around every corner as old enemies set out to destroy the men she loves.

  Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys

  Length: 44,307 words

  BOBBI JO IN ECSTASY

  Robin Gideon

  MENAGE AMOUR

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  BOBBI JO IN ECSTASY

  Copyright © 2015 by Robin Gideon

  E-book ISBN: 978-1-63259-487-7

  First E-book Publication: June 2015

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  DEDICATION

  For Keith

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  BOBBI JO IN ECSTASY

  ROBIN GIDEON

  Copyright © 2015

  Chapter 1

  South Williston, North Dakota—August

  “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!”

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sp; “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.

  “I’d give my left nut to have a night with her,” Jacob said out of the corner of his mouth.

  “Give up something else,” Caleb said. “Brother, you’ve only got two balls, and unless I’m mistaken, you find both of them amusing. Give up an eye instead. Being half-blind can’t be all that bad.”

  “Still, every time she smiles at me, I can feel it right down to my balls.”

  “Me, too,” Caleb said. “Now let’s get a booth in her area.”

  She too damned young for me, Jacob told himself. I’m over thirty and that’s too old to get googley-eyed over a girl still in her twenties.

  * * * *

  Be calm.

  Bobbi Jo told herself that Jacob and Caleb weren’t really any different than any other men, but she knew that wasn’t true. They came from what amounted to local royalty. It was the North Dakota version of British royalty. And they were damned near as rich as the Queen. But one of the real differences came right down to looks. Jacob and Caleb were gorgeous. Not just sort of good looking guys who came from a nice family and had a fortune to back them up…they were drop-dead, loose-your-panties gorgeous. They were I’m-not-that-kind-of-girl-but-I’ll-suck-your-cock-anyway gorgeous. They were the kind of men that made otherwise sane, rational, disciplined young women become insane, irrational, and undisciplined.

  Stop thinking about losing your panties. That’s not going to happen tonight.

  She closed her eyes and shook her head for a moment, keeping her distance from Caleb and Jacob.

  It’s not happening tonight, and it’s not ever going to happen. Those guys are going to stay in Williston for the rest of their richer than rich lives. I’m going to save my money, and get the hell out of Williston as soon as I can.

  She approached the men, glad they walked past a booth that wasn’t hers, and went to one that was in her area. She had flirted with the men on more than a few occasions, and they had flirted with her, but nothing had gone beyond some verbal but harmless double entendre. Neither man had ever tried to touch her inappropriately, though Bobbi Jo could admit to herself if either of them had, she wouldn’t be entirely quick to push his hand away.

  It had, after all, been a long time since she’d been foolish enough to get in a hook-up, and that had turned out terribly. It had been months and months she’d been touched by a man she wanted to be caressed by. The groping, mauling hands of the oil rig workers—always intoxicated when they decided she really wanted her tits squeeze or her ass fondled—didn’t count as a caress. Not in Bobbi Jo’s opinion, anyway.

  “Evening, gentlemen,” Bobbi Jo said, pulling the order pad and pen from her apron. “What are you in the mood for this evening?”

  Jacob looked up at her. The instant she looked into his eyes, she knew in her soul she was what he wanted. When she looked into Caleb’s eyes, she saw exactly the same unspoken message.

  They both want me.

  She felt her cunt clench at the thought, and fresh honey suddenly ooze to her entrance. She tried to tell herself this wasn’t a good thing, but what her better judgment whispered and what her libido screamed were two entirely different things.

  I react to everything they do. Damn. Damn it, my nipples are getting hard.

  “Any specials going?” Jacob asked.

  There were specials. There were specials every day. But suddenly Bobbi Jo couldn’t think of a single one. And it wasn’t like Jacob was worried about saving a buck here or there. He had more gold than Midas.

  “Wings,” she said, knowing both brothers liked the restaurant’s deep fried chicken wings. After a moment she added, “I suppose that sounds a little boring.”

  Caleb replied without a moment’s hesitation, “You could never be boring.”

  “Not even if you tried,” Jacob added.

  Only a very stupid blonde with big tits would fall for lines like that. She inhaled deeply, and then let her breath out slowly. Obviously, I’m a very stupid blonde with big tits.

  “Beers? Maybe something a little stronger?” she asked.

  “A little too early for Scotch,” Jacob said. “How about just iced tea for me.”

  “And the same for me,” Caleb added.

  “I’ll have your orders quick as a flash,” Bobbi Jo said, giving both men a final smile.

  When she turned, she knew they were watching her. Dressed in a denim miniskirt and baby blue stilettos with four inch heels, she added just the slightest sway to her hips as she walked.

  They’re staying in Williston. They’re staying until the oil’s been pumped out and there isn’t anything left. There were other men looking at her, but she paid them no attention. The only men that mattered were Jacob and Caleb. I’m not the kind of girl that has hook-ups. Either sex means something special, or it isn’t worth having.

  She tried to feel confident about her discipline and willpower, though she knew in her heart she would abandon all of her principles in an instant if either Jacob or Caleb suggested they were willing to take the next step past flirtation.

  * * * *

  “The only thing wrong with that cunt’s tits are that my cock’s not between them.”

  Andy made the statement, and then wiped the beer foam from his mustache and beard. He was looking at Bobbi Jo, and quite well aware of the fact that she hadn’t spent so much as a spare second looking at him.

  “She ain’t going to fuck you,” Jimmy said. He was Andy’s younger brother. “She ain’t even going to kiss you.”

  “That doesn’t mean she won’t give me a blow job.”

  Jimmy laughed and slapped his palm on the table at Wings & Things. “If she won’t kiss you, and won’t give you so much as a hand job, what makes you think she’ll give you
a blow job?”

  “A couple slaps upside the head has a way of showing cunts who’s in charge.” Andy smiled. “She wouldn’t be the first uppity bitch to change her mind about sucking my dick after I gave her a few what-fors upside the head.”

  Andy turned and looked at his three brothers. They hadn’t taken him entirely seriously before, but now they did, and he liked that. Not enough people took him seriously, which was one of the reasons he so often had to let his temper have free rein. Smash a man’s nose, or kick him in the balls, and then he takes you seriously.

  Bobbi Jo had done everything she could to avoid him for the past month. Ever since he’d slid his hand up the inside of her thigh and rubbed her pussy through her panties, she’d acted as though he was the most loathsome creature in the world. At first, Andy had tolerated her behavior. Fine. Maybe he’d gone a little too far by shoving his hand up her skirt. But that didn’t give her the right to act like a cunt, and pretend that he didn’t exist.

  Andy believed that cunts who acted that way were just begging to get fucked in the ass. And she could forget about the lube. Bitches who act like Bobbi Jo was acting of late didn’t deserve the respect of lube. Ass-fucking them raw and dry was the way to teach them right from wrong.

  “Hey, Andy, you still with us? You looked like you were in the Twilight Zone.”

  It was Paul, his youngest brother. Andy had always considered him a weakling, and a bit of a coward. They were once in Fargo and were beating the hell out of some fool who stood up to Andy. Andy had beat him to a pulp, and his brothers then kicked the fallen man. Paul had refused to kick a man when he was down, and that was a sin that Andy could not quite forgive. Still, Paul was a brother, and Andy figured that blood was thicker than water.