Catch Perfect

“How long do you think you'll be gone?” Logan asked, as Robyn tightened the straps on her backpack.

“Told you already, Wei reckons a month tops, hopefully less. The work to make the Northern Plateau easily accessible will be heavy going, it'll just be faster this way. We're going to set up a temporary workshop onsite, means we can work round the clock.”

“Still wish you didn't have to stay there,” he sulked. Robyn stood up and wrapped her arms round his waist.

“You know this is a huge opportunity for me, my first time leading a work crew. Stayin’ onsite just makes things easier. Since we won't have space to keep horses there, by the time you factor in the travel there’n back, staying in town would seriously cut into the work day.”

“We know, gorgeous,” Owen said as he joined them, pulling both of them into his arms. “Don't mean we won't miss you.”

“Least you'll have each other,” Robyn said. “I'll be up there in my tent, all alone, thinkin’ bout what you're gettin’ up to back here.”

A knock at the door broke them apart. Robyn shouldered her backpack and kissed both her men goodbye before heading out into the early morning light.

—

Looking over the work site, she felt both nervous and excited. The areas were already marked off, with the workshop and the living quarters on the Valley side of the train tracks, and the construction site on the other side. Plans were to strengthen the bridge, so it matched the Shonash bridge, and add a spur off the train line leading to a loading area, a warehouse and two crane lifts like the ones she and Mi-an had built for the scrap yard when they first arrived, but on a much larger scale. While Robyn took care of this end of the project, Mi-an was working on the matching area at the town end, and a specific cargo train to run between them. As commissioner, Wei would travel between the two sites, overseeing and coordinating everything.

Wei stood beside her and clapped her on the shoulder. “I have every confidence in you on this project, Robyn,” he told her. “You had the vision to come up with this idea. The crew know and respect you. Everything will be fine.”

“I know.” She stopped and sighed. “Workwise, it’s everything I ever wanted. It’s just hard being away from the guys. First we've been apart since we got together.”

“It’s tough, I get it. But the sooner we start, the sooner you’ll be home.”

—

It was one of the smoothest projects Robyn had been involved in. Everyone on the team clicked and worked together well, and all the pieces fit perfectly into place. Robyn pushed herself hard to help achieve this, working double shifts most days. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust the crew to man the machines, but it meant she could fall into bed exhausted at the end of each day, which stopped her missing Owen and Logan too much. But something was still wrong.

Ten days in, and she was reaching her limit. Even Wei had noticed her getting irritable, although thankfully most of the crew hadn’t seemed to pick up on it yet. He’d told her to finish early that evening and get some rest, before he headed back to Sandrock to check in with Mi-an. Lucky bastard, she grumbled to herself.

So now she was lying in her tent and trying to relax. She’d brought a couple of books with her, but reading them turned out to be a mistake, as they were some of the spiciest ones she’d had her hands on for a while.

LIght, she missed her men.

Owen glared over at Logan, who was sitting at the end of the bar nursing a bottle of Sandbeer and just generally being a brat. If he wasn’t snarking at people for asking how he was, and if he was missing Robyn, he was trying to cop a feel every time Owen walked past him. He hadn’t acted like that in the longest time. Light, since before they’d got together, Owen realised. Back then, he’d refused to acknowledge the effect Logan’s behaviour had on him. Now, however…

Finally, the bar emptied out, and Owen called time early.

“Let’s get you home,” he told Logan, pulling him off the chair. “You got a flask under your coat? You seem way too drunk for one bottle of Sandbeer.”

“Nope, stone cold sober, just missin’ our girl,” Logan sighed.

“I know, I’m missin’ her, too. But you cain’t go scarin’ off the customers,” Owen told him as they walked the few steps home.

“Yeah? What you gonna do about it?” Logan challenged him. Owen raised an eyebrow. Oh, tonight was definitely going to be fun.

Flopping onto her back, Robyn started to consider how Logan and Owen would help her, what they would do to relax her.

She brushed her fingers against the crook of her neck, where Logan liked to kiss her, and sighed. She could feel the ghost of his lips right there.

As soon as they were inside, Owen pushed Logan against the door, grabbing his hands and holding them above his head.

“What I oughta do is spank your ass red, I reckon you’d like that though, huh?”

Logan said nothing, but the low moan from the back of his throat answered the question. Owen let go of his hands and stepped back.

“Strip.”

Pushing her tank top up, Robyn felt the cool air against her nipples, causing them to pebble without a touch. She cupped a breast in each hand, brushing her thumbs over her nipples, before pinching them and rolling them between finger and thumb. The guys could spend hours doing this, licking, sucking, pinching, and she would happily let them.

Logan grinned, his hands already reaching for the hem of his top. Within seconds, he was naked, his cock bouncing against his abs.

Owen walked round him, still fully clothed, trailing his hand across Logan’s back in much the same way Logan had done to him in the bar earlier. He settled at his side, grasping his cock in one hand, while sliding the other down over his buttocks, pressing a finger against his asshole.

“Maybe I won’t spank you, maybe I’ll just fuck you. Hard, fast and deep. That’ll teach you who’s in charge.”

“You think that’s punishment? That I won’t enjoy that?” Logan groaned.

“I’m sure you will. Didn’t say I’d let you come though, did I? Need to learn to behave yourself.”

Logan groaned. “I’m sorry for actin’ up tonight,” he said, knowing that Owen was capable of following through on that threat.

“Whatcha gonna do in future?” Owen asked, keeping up the pressure at both sides, enough to tease, but no more.

“Tell you I’m frustrated an’ missin’ Robyn. Not scare the customers off.”

Owen nodded, that would do for now. “Upstairs, now.”

Trailing one hand down and over her abdomen, Robyn circled her belly button, one of Owen’s favourite spots. He would often mimic his later plans, pushing his tongue in and out of it. Sucking on her finger, she used that to echo his actions. The memory of Owen doing it did more for her than the action itself. She could feel his head resting on her stomach, her fingers pushing into his hair.

Logan stretched on the bed, grabbing onto the headboard. He’d started this game tonight, so he was going to play by the rules they’d established long ago. Much as he wanted to grab his cock, he knew better.

Owen took his time following him upstairs, sauntering in and smiling when he saw how Logan had arranged himself. He tapped Logan’s hip, and the younger man obediently lifted himself so Owen could slide a pillow under him. Grabbing the jar of salve that they kept handy, Owen began to prepare Logan for what was to come.

With practised ease, he worked three fingers into Logan’s ass, stretching him out, and greasing him up with the salve. Logan bit his lip, staying silent despite how good it felt.

Moving further down, Robyn loosened the tie on her low slung trousers, and pushed her hand inside. She paused, brushing her fingers over her curls, which were already damp, before sliding her fingers between her legs.

Finally satisfied with his handiwork, Owen stepped back and stripped off his own clothes. Adding more salve to his dick, Owen knelt on the bed between Logan’s legs, pushing his knees up and his legs apart. He pressed the head of his dick against Logan's waiting ass. At the back of his mind, he could hear Robyn chiding him for the lack of foreplay, but really, the whole night up to this point had been foreplay.

They both groaned as Owen pushed slowly and steadily in, taking his time until he was fully seated in Logan’s ass. Owen leaned forward, caging Logan in with his arms, trapping his cock between them..

“You gonna behave, brat?” he hissed into Logan’s ear.

“Yeah, well, mostly,” Logan replied, knowing just how far he could push Owen after all these years.

Robyn had done this countless times before they all got together, imagining what it would feel like if her fingers were replaced by theirs, never thinking it would actually happen. Once it did, she discovered they both loved watching her take her own pleasure, learning what she liked so they could use it on her later. She gasped as she brushed a finger lightly over her clit, that sensitive nub that both men played so well, lighting her up each time they touched her.

Owen pulled back, almost all the way out, before plunging back in. They both knew that this would be fast and hard. He pressed his mouth against Logan’s neck, sucking and grazing his teeth against the sensitive skin there. Kissing up and along Logan's jaw, Owen captured his mouth, thrusting his tongue in, keeping time with his dick in Logan's ass.

Keeping the pressure up, she moved her other hand down and slid a finger inside, then a second. Light, she was even missing their fingers. Owen’s were thick and filled her up; Logan’s were longer and had calluses in the right places to cause the most interesting sensations.

Reaching up, he covered Logan's hands with his. Logan wrapped his legs round Owen's waist, digging his heels in to speed up the thrusts.

Imagining that it was her men, that Logan was playing with her clit, rubbing, licking, sucking it until she bucked against his mouth, that it was Owen’s fingers plunging into her again and again like a cock, she felt the pressure build, winding her tighter and tighter until she snapped. Burying her face in her pillow, she moaned out her climax.

“Now!” Owen moaned into Logan's mouth, as with one final thrust he spilled himself inside his lover. At the same time, he felt Logan's cock throb between them, as he too came.

As she lay back in her bunk, breathless and sated, Robyn realised she felt more relaxed than she had since she arrived.

Faces buried in each other's necks, both men released their grip on the headboard, wrapping themselves around each other.

Finally, they pulled apart. Owen fetched a damp cloth to clean them both up. They settled back down, Logan curled against Owen's side, his head on his shoulder. Owen wound his fingers into Logan's hair.

“How'd you cope while I was on the run?” Logan asked. “If'n one more person had asked if I'm missin’ Robyn, I'da thrown ‘em into the canyon.”

“By remindin’ myself that they mean well,” Owen said, sighing at the memories of the two years they had spent apart. “They don't know that you've already had the same conversation half a dozen times that mornin’.”

“Hmm,” was all Logan said in response.

“Was talking to Wei earlier,” Owen added. Says it's goin’ well, but Robyn's workin’ herself to the bone.”

“How often have we told her…” Logan growled.

“We came up with an idea though.”

“Oh?”

“Just because there's no space there for more'n one horse overnight, don't mean Rambo couldn't settle for a couple of hours…”

—

Robyn set her recycler running and stood up and stretched. It was easier to process the scrap here, and take home the results than to cart it all back. After the orgasm she’d given herself a couple of nights before, she felt calmer, although still wanted to get home as soon as possible. Luckily, everything was still going well and if things kept up, they should be home three, four days sooner than expected. She hadn’t told anyone yet, didn’t want to get people's hopes up.

“Wei’s due back today, isn’t he?” asked Mak, her second-in-command.

“Yup, any time now,” Robyn replied, looking at her watch.

Sure enough, the sound of hoofbeats echoed along the valley, and they turned to see not one, but two riders approaching. Wei was obvious; no matter how long he’d been in Sandrock, he still didn’t look comfortable in a saddle. The other…

Robyn squinted, taking in the distinctive hat silhouetted against the sun. Grinning, she made her way up towards the train tracks they were riding along.

—

Logan jumped off Rambo to greet her as soon as the goat slowed, trusting in his steed’s training to keep him still.

“Delivery from the Blue Moon,” he called out, grinning back at her. They stood looking at each other, not touching, as if they could hardly believe it. The world around, seemed to narrow to just them.

“We’re doing so well, that I figured people would appreciate a treat,” Wei said. Logan swung the insulated back pack off and handed it over to the commissioner, never taking his eyes off Robyn.

“If you two want to go for a walk or something, I’ll call lunch,” Wei added walking towards the living quarters.

“Hi!” Robyn finally said, jumping up and wrapping herself around him.

“Hi, yourself,” Logan murmured in her ear, before kissing her softly.

“Too many people about to kiss ya the way I want,” he confessed as he lowered her.

“Hmm, Wei’s taking everyone for lunch, we could go for a walk?” she suggested, looking up at him.

“I like the way you think!”

Taking Logan’s hand, Robyn led him round the work site, showing him the progress they were making.

“I ain’t been up this far in a while,” Logan said, “never seemed to be many monsters past the turn off for Catori World. Do remember a few hidey holes though.”

“Yeah?”

He led her round the far side of the butte, and down a few ledges that reminded her of the ones near the moisture farm. Finally they came to a gap in the rock, too big to be a dent, too small really to be a cave, but just right to afford them some privacy.

“Light, I missed you,” Logan sighed, pressing her against the rock wall.

“Same. I spent the other night fantasising ‘bout what you’d both do to me if you were with me.”

“Yeah? I got so irritable, Owen had to fuck it outta me!”

“Wish I coulda seen it.”

“We’ll make it up when you get home. Owen sends his love and apologies, though. Saloon’s too busy these days for him to play hooky. I can only stay a coupla hours.”

“I need to get back to it this afternoon as well. Whatcha got in mind while you’re here, though?” Her hands moved to his vest and started to fiddle with the buttons. Logan covered them with his.

“Clothin’ stays on, darlin’. Well, most of it. If’n we get naked, I ain’t leaving.”

He caught her hands, holding them above her head, as Owen had done to him so recently. Gentle kisses worked a trail down from her temple until he captured her lips. Robyn responded immediately, her tongue brushing his lower lip, inviting him in.

“This will be fast and rough, darlin’, you okay with that?” Logan warned as he broke the kiss.

“Oh, Light, yes!”

Moving one hand down, Logan cupped one of her breasts and groaned in frustration. He hated those darkness-spawned work bras she wore. He got why she wore them, but at times like this they just got in the way. Sliding his hand to her waist, he flicked open the buttons on her work trousers, pushing those and her pants down to her knees in one movement. Despite the rush, he couldn’t resist dropping to his knees and tasting her.

“So fucking wet, darlin’,” he groaned as he swiped his tongue across her clit, before sucking it hard. Robyn gasped with pleasure.

Logan stood up, leaving Robyn staring at him glassy eyed. Looking round, he found exactly what he needed, a flat rock against the wall further round. Lifting Robyn up, he placed her on the rock, facing the wall. The rise of the rock would place them on a level.

“Much better,” he whispered in her ear, pressing himself against her.

“Light, Lo, hurry up and fuck me,” Robyn whined.

“Hands back on the wall,” he told her, as he loosened his fly, releasing his cock from the confines of his trouser.

Grasping Robyn’s two hands in one of his, he lined his cock up against her entrance and thrust straight in.

“Can you keep quiet for me, darlin’?” he whispered. “Don’t need your work crew realisin’ you’re getting well and truly fucked on lunch now, do we?”

“Can try,” she gasped in response.

“Good girl.”

Logan brought one hand round and rubbed her clit in time with his strokes, his body pressing hers into the wall. He kept up a stream of dirty talk, telling her exactly what he and Owen would do when she got back to town. Light if they managed half of it, she wouldn’t be able to walk for a week, she realised.

The urgency and the risk of getting caught added to the excitement, and all too quickly, Robyn felt her climax building.

“Lo-logan,” she gasped, “I’m gonna, I can’t…”

“I’ve got you, let it go,” he crooned. Robyn turned her face into his arm to muffle the scream as she fell over the edge. A couple of thrusts later, and Logan followed her.

Cleaned up, and their clothes back in place, Robyn and Logan sat against the wall, enjoying a few moments before they had to rejoin reality.

“Probably for the best you didn’t both come up,” Robyn giggled, “I’d never get anything done.”

Logan stroked her hair softly. “Can’t wait for you to get back, you’re an addiction, darlin’,” he murmured.

“Same. taken the edge off the cravings, though. Should only be another two weeks, tops, though.”

“You thinkin’ you’ll be finished early?”

“Maybe,” Robyn said, “Hopefully. But I’m not promisin’ anything. Not to you, to the team, even to myself.”

They wandered back to the work site, where the crew were coming off lunch and heading back to business.

“Everything sorted?” Wei asked innocently.

“Yes, thank you,” Robyn replied blandly.

“Kept your meal aside,” he added, “it’s there whenever you want it.”

Logan took the empty backpack from the table. “If we do another delivery, I’ll send Owen,” he told her with a wink. “Need to get back, though.”

With a final hug, Logan jumped back on Rambo and headed towards town. Robyn watched him depart until Wei came up and nudged her shoulder with his.

“Feeling better?” he asked. “I forget how hard it can be, being away from your loved ones, especially when they’re that close, too.”

“Yes, thank you, I needed to see him, either of them.”

“From what Owen said, Logan needed this as much as you. C’mon, lets get back to work. Sooner we’re finished, the sooner you get home to them.”

—

As hoped and expected, everything finished well ahead of schedule. They would still need to do final tests on the lifts and take down the temporary workshop, but the warehouse was complete, as were the track adjustments and the train - that in itself meant that any more work needing finished could be done on a day to day basis.

She’d let the rest of the crew leave at dinner time, while she and Wei had gone round checking everything was finished off. Knowing today was the last day, he’d brought an extra horse along with him so Robyn could get home.

“Take tomorrow off,” he said. “I’ve told Mi-an the same. Thursday morning, we’ll have a debrief in the guild.”

“But we need to…”

“That is an order, Robyn. Sandrock won’t collapse if a couple of commissions have to wait a day or two longer.”

“Okay, okay,” Robyn replied, laughing. “I need the break if I’m honest.”

“Let’s get back to town, then.”

—

It was late by the time she got the horse settled in Cooper’s stable and walked quietly into the house she shared with Owen and Logan. As was often the case when she came home late, they were already upstairs. Light, they didn’t expect her home for another few days, so they might even be asleep. She smiled to herself at the thought of curling up next to them and waking up to their attentions.

The sight when she opened the bedroom door took her breath away.

Both men were naked. Logan lay on the bed, his cock in his hand. Owen knelt at his head, feeding his dick into Logan’s mouth. She loved seeing them like this.

Dropping her clothes, Robyn leaned back against the wall to enjoy the show. She had no doubt they knew she was there, but the pretence was delicious. She cupped one breast, playing with her nipple. Her other hand was between her legs, two fingers in her channel, her thumb on her clit as she brought herself off watching them.

Soon, Owen reached his climax, filling Logan’s mouth and covering his face. He looked round at Robyn and smiled. “Welcome home, gorgeous. You gonna join us, or just stand and watch all night?”