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  Their Lady Liberty

  By Ann Cory

  Resplendence Publishing, LLC

  http://www.resplendencepublishing.com

  Resplendence Publishing, LLC

  P.O. Box 992

  Edgewater, Florida, 32132

  Their Lady Liberty

  Copyright © 2009, Ann Cory

  Edited by Tiffany Mason

  Cover art by Rika Singh

  Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-032-3

  Warning: All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

  Electronic release: May, 2009

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places, or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Four

  About the Author

  For lovers everywhere with open hearts and open minds

  Chapter One

  The afternoon sun shone down in all its golden glory, blanketing her body like a warm caress. Signs of spring popped up along the forest with new foliage and vibrant splashes of color. She inhaled deeply and caught a heady fragrance in the air. It stimulated her senses and made her all too aware of the decadent hunger festering between her thighs.

  Liberty clasped the thin gold chain around her neck and carefully opened the heart-shaped locket. With her fingernail, she traced the handsome faces that stared back at her. Brandon Lackey and Neil Paxson. Two of the hottest guys she’d ever known, and boy did they know how to satisfy a woman. After graduation the three swore to remain close. A promise she continued to keep.

  With her workday over, she looked forward to what lay ahead. The extra hours she’d been putting in were taking a toll, but in the end she knew it would all be worth it. A new chapter of her life could begin, and she’d been dreaming of it for ages.

  An impatient sigh left her lips and hung heavy in the humid air. She glanced at her watch, the one with the chipped face, and smiled. It was just after three o’clock, and the boys would be by soon to pick her up. In the meantime, she sauntered along the wooded trail that led to the nature park.

  Liberty snapped the locket shut and kissed the jewelled exterior. Tiny topaz gems outlined the heart and sparkled in the sunlight. The pendant had been a special gift from Neil and Brandon for her twenty-first birthday. She’d half expected a vintage rock album or even a bouquet of wildflowers. They liked to spoil her, and took advantage of any occasion to do so. As far as she was concerned, spending time with them was gift enough. But when they brought out the locket, she’d been moved to tears. Along with their sentimental words.

  “You know you’ll always be our special girl. Our Lady Liberty.”

  And she was theirs. She belonged to them both. In heart, mind, spirit, and body.

  As Liberty walked, pleasant memories flooded her mind. Dear, sweet Neil with his dark mess of hair and hushpuppy brown eyes. He’d spent most of his life sick with an illness the doctors couldn’t quite put their finger on. His good days outweighed the bad ones, or at least that was the front he put up. Either way he personified courage. He taught her to appreciate each precious moment, to not let things she had no control over get her down that, and to take time out to smell the roses. She’d gotten to know him through Brandon and right away they hit it off.

  The first night they all got down and dirty together held fast in her heart. It had been the most freeing experience of her life, and helped open her eyes to a new way to love. The three had since then formed a unique bond that time and age couldn’t sever.

  She pictured her boys and couldn’t help but unleash a giggle. The two were amazingly similar and different at the same time. Brandon, the sexy bastard, had a mouth on him that could talk his way out of anything, and at the same time kiss and pleasure her like nobody’s business. He played the guitar with expert hands, mostly Eric Clapton tunes—his idol, but his incredible ear for music allowed him to emulate all of the classic rock greats. His hands worked their magic on her body too. He knew just where she liked to be touched and how to make her wet with a single look.

  Liberty paused to watch a robin land on a tree branch overhead. Her gaze travelled upward where a cloudless blue sky stretched for miles. She took a deep breath in and filled her lungs. The air lay thick with the aroma of honeysuckle and cedar. Any traces of stress left from work vanished, and contentment washed over her.

  At the end of the trail she stepped onto the sidewalk and kicked off her flip-flops. The warm concrete felt good against her bare feet. Shoes weren’t her thing, and she despised wearing them at all. Liberty had half a mind to remove all her clothes and sunbathe while she waited. It would give the boys one hell of a surprise.

  A familiar hum interrupted her scattered thoughts, a sound that sent a rush of emotions through her. She shielded her eyes from the sun and watched the dark purple van approach. Right on time.

  The van slowed along the curb and came to its usual stop. For several months the park had been their meeting place. It was a secluded spot where very few people ventured. Liberty didn’t really care where they met. All that mattered was they were together. Many days and nights were spent in the back of that van. The one retreat where they could escape and just be.

  She watched with a fierce excitement as Brandon hopped out of the driver’s seat and checked his appearance in the rear-view mirror. Even from a distance he got her hot and bothered.

  Other girls considered Brandon too eccentric, but she loved him even more for it. His unique sense of style had been what first attracted her to him, along with a carefree attitude. His long reddish-brown hair hung straight down past his shoulder blades, and a tie-dyed bandana in retro orange lay across his forehead, knotted in back. He wore a multi-colored psychedelic shirt bought at a Sonny Bono auction, a couple loud scarves, and the pièce de résistance, his infamous bell bottom jeans with faded streaks along the thighs. Burgundy suede boots completed the unconventional look.

  When he turned, her knees weakened. He had a knack for drawing the very breath from her. Liberty ordered her feet to move and met him halfway, forcing herself to not dash straight into his arms like a lovesick schoolgirl. Funny, she thought to herself, ten years later and she still felt like one.

  Brandon propped his shades atop his head and grinned that impish grin she adored, the one that could coax her into anything. Straight away her body temperature shot up about ten degrees. She stared into his dreamy denim-blue eyes framed with his thick, dark lashes lowered to half-mast. The sight of him stirred up every ounce of desire inside her. Right down to the tiniest of specks. God, he had it going on, and she couldn’t wait to get it on.

  Liberty gathered her composure and twisted a strand of hair around her finger.

  “Hi handsome. Dig the boots.”

  His magnetic smile dazzled her. “Thanks. As always you’re lookin’ outta sight.”

  Soft flutters of desire flickered between her legs. “I like you looking.”

  He pressed a finger to his chin. “You like a lot more than looking, sweetheart.”

  Her nipples tightened into hard buds beneath her top. She couldn’t wait to have their hands on her. Skin against skin against skin. Her body creamed at their slightest touch. “You’ve got that right.”

  “Been waiting long?”

  Every second away from them felt like forever. Soon she’d be nestled in their arms where they’d fuck her until she was sated a
nd spent.

  Her body shivered at the delicious thought. “Nope. Wouldn’t matter though, you’re worth the wait,” she added, knowing full well it helped stroke his ego.

  He winked. “So are you.”

  Brandon’s body buzzed just being in Liberty’s presence. Like he’d picked up a livewire with his bare hands. Her very essence charged the air with a sexual energy that he involuntarily responded to—which was why he spent most of the time around her sporting a permanent erection. Hard not to be hard, he liked to kid.

  Liberty was a bona fide sexpot, and a wild child to the core. She lived as if the sixties never ended, toting flower power and peace themes everywhere she went. While it seemed impossible, she looked even more amazing than ever. Right down to the way her jeans hugged her luscious hips. Age had only improved on her perfection.

  A big grin spread across her delicate features, making her silver hoop earrings reflect the sunlight. Everything about her turned him on, even her earlobes, a place he loved to nibble until the baby fine hair of her arms stood on end.

  “I’ve missed you,” he declared, and then laughed at the way his voice cracked.

  A pink blush spread across the bridge of her nose. Adorable.

  “Same here. I hate it when we’re apart.”

  So did he. More than he even knew how to express. Thoughts of her often consumed him, and made the nights especially difficult. The soft lilt of her voice burned in his ears and kept him in a constant state of arousal. Brandon loved the way her sweet cream lingered on his lips hours after he’d buried his face between her thighs. When he told her that, she acted all embarrassed, but he knew she liked it.

  Even more than the taste of her cream, he loved it when she straddled Neil with his cock up her ass, face scrunched up tight as she rode him, and then he’d slip his cock inside her pussy. Those were the times he would come so hard. Just seeing the pleasure streaked across her face and hearing the naughtiest of words spill out of her mouth.

  As she stood there, head cocked to the side, the face of an angel, lust coiled low in his belly. She walked forward, closing the space between them. Her long blonde hair rustled in the warm breeze, lit like gold from the sun. She brought her hand to her face, each finger wrapped in sterling silver rings, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

  In that moment there wasn’t another place he wanted to be. Peace existed right then.

  She rose up to her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck. The scent of her made his head fuzzy.

  “Mmm,” she moaned. “Now this feels better.”

  Talk about an understatement. His need for her was driving him out of his mind. “You do realize it’s a sin to look as hot as you.”

  Her whiskey-laced laugh made his cock wrench. In the beginning he’d struggled against the powerful hold she had over him, but over time he gave in. There were worse things to be than at the mercy of a goddess.

  Liberty brought her face up close to his and puckered her lips. “Why don’t you show me how happy you are to see me?”

  Brandon caught a whiff of grape bubblegum on her breath as he swept his arm around her waist.

  “Hope this will do.” He pressed his lips against hers and slipped his tongue inside her mouth. She always tasted so good and fresh. An after-dinner mint he couldn’t get enough of. The kiss deepened and he could feel her grow wilder in his arms, demanding as much as she was taking. His hands slid down her back and rested above her ass. He brought her in closer, every curve branding his body. Her pebble hard nipples prodded into his chest, demanding attention. Damn he wanted to suckle those babies until her pussy flooded over.

  She pulled back slightly, her face flush and seductive eyes sparkling. “Baby, you’re making the heat between my thighs smolder. What are you going to do remedy that?”

  God he loved it when she teased. Such sweet agony. “I have a good mind to take you right here without a care of who sees,” he threatened playfully.

  “Now you know that dirty talk makes my knees buckle.” She purred against his neck and pushed her body further into him.

  His cock twitched against his jeans, ready to pop the fly right off. Impatience gnawed at him. “You’re a hard woman to turn away.”

  Her lips curled into a bewitching smile. “Then don’t turn me away. Lay me down on that plush exterior in the back of your van and have your way with me.”

  She looped her fingers through his hair and then nestled her perfect breasts tighter against him. Brandon shuddered. Liberty was stacked and there wasn’t a male alive who didn’t notice. It didn’t help that her shirts fit like a second skin, or that she embraced the bra-burning phase.

  Sweat beaded along his forehead at her close proximity. He wanted to tear her top off—and his too, for that matter—so he could feel her bare body against his. “Still going braless after all these years? You are sin in motion.”

  She brought his hands to her breasts, the sharp points of her nipples apparent through the thin fabric. “It’s the way you like it. I’m not about to strap these babies in, no way.”

  Over time her breasts had filled out, became womanly. Her nipples kept their slight curve upwards, and tasted like heaven. His lips twitched in remembrance, or maybe it was longing.

  Brandon didn’t think he could handle anymore of her teasing. He turned and pointed toward the van. “Neil will be happy to see you too, sugar.”

  She cast a glance beyond him and then returned her gaze. “Then I have all I could ever need.”

  Again his cock wrenched. The things they did in the van kept an eternal grin on his face.

  First he wanted a little more of her all to himself.

  He leaned over and caught her lips with his, knowing full well he could kiss her all goddamn day. Her possession of his mouth was electric. A sensual assault of her unique taste and texture. He craved this woman twenty-four seven.

  Her tongue probed deep into his mouth while her hands roamed along his back, pressing him hard into her. He paused to take in a quick breath and then claimed her lips again, tasting their sweet honey goodness. His erection pushed hard against her thigh. It never took long before he lost all sense of control. She’d lit a fire in his belly and now it raged like an inferno.

  As Brandon broke away, he savored the grape bubblegum taste. It always reminded him of the first time they kissed in his van. The first time he realized it was possible to love someone with every fiber of his being. To burn for her from the depths of his core. She became his muse and creative inspiration. Long after they’d said their goodnights, he’d stay up until the first rays of dawn writing songs. Songs he played for her and no one else.

  “You set me on fire, sugar,” he stated matter-of-factly, and he had a rock hard erection to prove it.

  She smoothed her finger along the bow of her lips. “No one kisses like you.”

  He eyed her sumptuous bee-stung lips. So ripe and juicy. If given the chance he could kiss her raw. It took him a moment to regain his composure. The need for her naked body pressed against his grew heavy in his groin. “Bet you’re hot for me right now,” he challenged, knowing full well she was.

  “And moist,” she whispered, making his cock harden more.

  Ever so gently she took his hand and trailed it between her full breasts, down the slight curve of her belly, and rested it between the apex of her thighs. “Dare you to find out how hot and moist I am.”

  His pulse beat fast and he thought he was going to have a heart attack right there in the park. “You’re going to get your wish, you little scamp. Just you wait. Now get moving.”

  Chapter Two

  Brandon cupped his hand and swatted the back of her voluptuous ass. The little swing to her hips tucked safely inside her bellbottoms was dangerously provocative.

  He slid open the van door and helped her inside.

  She looked back at him over her shoulder. “You like to look at my ass, don’t you baby.” Her coy voice dripped with sensual prowess.

  He n
odded. “Damn straight. You have a sexy belle bottom.” Truth was he couldn’t check her ass out right now or he’d come in his pants for sure. He knew how tight that ass was, and how his cock felt inside it.

  Liberty twirled her hair around her finger. “I like the things you do to it.”

  He sucked his breath in. Why did she have to go and say something like that? It nearly did him in. Worse still, the sultry little laugh of hers that followed only aroused him more. Brandon hopped into the van after her and slid the door closed. From this moment on, all would be right in the world.

  He noticed his friend sound asleep in the passenger seat and tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey man, look who decided to grace us with her potent beauty.”

  Neil turned in his seat and flashed a mega-watt smile. “Ah, if it isn’t our Lady Liberty, drop-dead gorgeous as usual.”

  She batted her long, dark lashes. “Thanks, handsome. Having a good day?”

  He rubbed his eyes and nodded. “I am now that you’re here.”

  Brandon shared everything with his best friend, so sharing Liberty only seemed right. They all got along well, and she had a knack for boosting his friend’s low self-esteem. At first he worried he’d become crazy jealous, but Neil let him know in the beginning that it was cool. There existed an unspoken understanding between all three and it immediately belayed any and all of his fears.

  He turned his attention back to Liberty now seated on the plush mattress. Already she had her painfully thin shirt unbuttoned, exposing her sun kissed breasts and peach nipples. Her streaked blonde hair fanned around her shoulders, giving the illusion of wings.

  A fresh layer of sweat formed on his brow at the thought of his cock inside her tight little pussy. All pink like the inside of a shell, and soft as butter. His erection pressed so strong against his jeans, he worried it really would burst the threads.