Splendor in Sanctuary [Sanctuary, Montana 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  “I’ve got to get going.” Yet she couldn’t force her body to move away from them.

  The firelight flickered across Josh’s arm muscles as he stood, sauntered over to the fireplace, took another log off the pile next to the hearth, and tossed it onto the fire. The roar of the wind caught their attention and Josh hurried to the window, peered out, then let out a low whistle.

  “Darlin’, I don’t think any of us is going anywhere tonight.”

  Alarm sizzled through her. She had to get back into town and to the hospital. “Why? What’s going on?”

  Will joined Josh at the window. “He’s right. Judging from that storm out there, we’re here until daylight. We can’t risk driving in these conditions.”

  She tugged a blanket around her to ward off the chill that came from both the outside and the inside, and made her way to the window. “But I can’t stay here. I have to get back. I have to visit my father. Is there cell phone reception?”

  Will slid his arm around her as Josh dug into his pocket, then lifted his phone higher. “I’m sorry, Tatum. We usually get reception here, but it’s down right now.”

  “No, this can’t be happening.”

  “Calm down, sugar. It is what it is. You can’t fight Mother Nature.” Will gave her a comforting squeeze, but it didn’t help much.

  “This is unbelievable. I shouldn’t have come out here. Not while my father is in the hospital. What was I thinking?”

  Will took her arms and gave her a little shake. “Stop it. You had to see us just like we needed to see you. Stop second-guessing everything you do. What happened to your father isn’t our fault and it damn sure isn’t yours.”

  Logically, she knew he was right, but that didn’t make her feel any better. “I have to at least try and get back.”

  “And get stranded in this storm? Not a chance. I won’t let you drive in this. And try not to worry. Your father’s doing fine. Besides, he’s in the hospital should anything happen.”

  She drew in a sharp breath. Understanding that what he said was true and believing it were two separate things. “This can’t be.”

  “I’m sorry, but it is. You might as well relax and get comfortable.” Josh came back with refills of their wine. “Good thing I brought more food.”

  He brushed her hair away from her shoulder. “Darlin’, you’ve got to face facts. We’re snowbound for the night. Try and enjoy it.”

  A gust of wind blew a flurry of snow at the window, rattling the old pane. She stepped back as the walls moaned against the fury of the storm. “Do you think we’re safe here? This place doesn’t seem very sturdy now that I think about it.”

  “I guess we’re going to find out. After all, it’s lasted through a lot of storms, so why not this one?” Josh had spread out a baguette along with a variety of cheeses and luncheon meats on a platter. He waved his hand at the table and bowed. “Dinner is served, m’lady.”

  She let Will help her take a seat between them. They ate, the men talking about their high school days, football, and mutual friends, obviously making small talk to get her to relax. But as the wind grew stronger and the scene outside turned into a vision of solid white, she still couldn’t shake the need to leave.

  “Maybe the storm will lighten up later on.”

  Will poured her another glass of wine. Was it her second or her third? Not that it mattered, since it appeared she was stranded. She let her gaze skim over the sexy men seated on either side of her.

  If I had to get stranded, I’m glad it was with them.

  She took a deep breath and followed it with a long drink. Her father wouldn’t want her to worry. He’d said as much during the brief visits she’d been allowed with him. Yet relaxing, forgetting was a lot harder than just thinking it. She gulped down more wine, letting the liquid warm her.

  She shoved thoughts of her father away. If she didn’t, she’d go crazy with worry. “Okay, so what are we going to do for the rest of the night?”

  Josh lifted an eyebrow, his usual cockiness firmly in place. “Hmm. That’s a good question. We’ve got no television or Internet. So, let’s see, what does that leave?”

  Josh could always make her feel happy even if the world around them seemed bleak. She pretended to give his question serious thought. “I guess we could see how soft that air mattress is. I really wasn’t paying much attention to it earlier.”

  Josh rose and pulled her to her feet. “Let’s get you out of those restrictive clothes and under a blanket.”

  “Okay.” She broke free of him and grabbed her phone out of her coat. “We may not have reception for calls, but how about some music?”

  “Sounds good to me.” Josh took a seat on the couch. “Want to show us your moves, Tatum?”

  “Okay.” She took another drink. Distraction was what she needed and if anyone could distract her, it was the McLean men. “Just as long as it’s an even trade. I’ll dance for you, then you two have to dance for me. Deal?”

  “Deal.”

  She laughed, pleased that they’d answered so fast and at the same time. “Good.”

  She thumbed the screen of her phone and brought up a playlist of her favorite country songs that had a sexy deep bass to them. Starting to sway, she moved in front of the fireplace and did her best to make her dance moves seductive.

  Lifting her hair, she turned in a circle, knowing that holding her arms over her head would push out her breasts. She glanced at them, giving them a come-hither look, and started undoing the buttons of her blouse.

  Here goes one button.

  She grinned when she saw Josh swallow hard.

  Two then three buttons.

  Will rubbed his hands but stayed where he was. The material of her blouse fell to the side, exposing most of her braless breasts.

  Four and five. All undone.

  Josh groaned and started toward her, but Will thrust an arm in front of him, keeping him where he was.

  She shimmied her breasts as she’d seen women do in the movies, then pushed one part of her blouse, then the other off her shoulders until it fell to the floor. She spun around, putting her back to them.

  Time to tease, boys.

  Lifting her hair off her back again, she pushed it over her head and let it cascade toward the floor. She bent, touched her toes, and spread her legs so she could wink at them.

  That’s it, Will. Tilt your head so you can get a better look.

  She whipped her body up, tossing her hair back, and undid the button of her jeans.

  Watch me. I’m going to go real slow.

  She heard one of them moan as she wiggled her jeans down until the waistline was resting just above her butt crack. They’d soon see that she didn’t have any underwear on.

  “Sugar, you’re killing us.”

  She craned her head around and put a finger to her lips, silencing him. Then, with the heat of her lust growing inside, she kicked off her running shoes and let the jeans fall to her ankles.

  “Oh, my God.”

  Again, she twisted around to warn them not to speak. Throwing her arms wide, she twirled in a circle.

  If only I had a pole.

  She undulated her hips, then dipped down into a squat. Thrusting out her butt, she lifted her torso slowly and sucked on the tip of her finger as she gave them a sultry look.

  She slipped one hand between her legs and clutched her breast with the other. Their gazes fixed on her every move, their mouths parted almost as though they were about to drool. She circled her hips and closed her eyes. Letting the ecstasy she felt show on her face, she rubbed her clit, covering her hand with her juices.

  When she opened her eyes, she saw that Josh had taken several steps toward her. “Uh-uh-uh. No touching the talent.”

  “I’ve got to have you.”

  Will moved to get even with Josh. “Don’t forget about me. I need you just as much as he does. More.”

  She held up her hand, halting them. Her fingers glistened with her juices. “Stop right there. If you
don’t, then I won’t do this. Besides, we made a deal.”

  Smiling, she put her fingers in her mouth and sucked off the sweetness. “Now it’s your turn, boys. What’s it going to be? Together or separately?”

  Josh had half his clothes off before she could stop him. “Hey, that’s not how you do a striptease.”

  Will, however, took her at her word. He started moving, using his hips like a practiced exotic dancer. She moved to the side, snatched up a blanket, then sat on the couch to enjoy the show.

  Josh joined Will in front of the fire. Together, the men moved as one, mimicking each other’s sexy moves, their gazes rarely leaving her. Will pulled off his shirt and turned, putting his back to her as Josh had done.

  Imitating her dance, the two of them craned their heads around to give her a smile then bent and spread their legs. They winked at her just as she’d done to them. She laughed and clapped. They whipped their bodies straight again, tossing their heads back. If they’d had long hair like hers, their locks would’ve whipped over their heads.

  “You two are too much.” She giggled then slapped her hand over her mouth when they both put a finger to their mouths to shush her.

  But she was ready for more than just a show. She stood, throwing the blanket aside, and danced her way over to them. “Don’t you shush me. I’m ready for some real fun.”

  She let out a squeal when Josh pulled her between them. They continued to dance with her caught in the middle, their bodies undulating against hers.

  Josh’s cock pressed against her belly and Will’s pushed against her lower back. She slid her hand around Josh’s cock then reached behind and found Will’s.

  Together, the three of them moved, swaying to the strains of one song, then the next. The storm raged around them, but they no longer cared. They were lost in a world of their own making, and all that mattered was their love.

  Josh lifted her mouth to his and pressed his lips to hers. A brief taste of wine filled her mouth when he swept his tongue around hers. She drank him in, letting him nibble on her lower lip.

  Will reached behind to cup her breasts then placed soft feathery kisses along her shoulders. His hard pecs rubbed against her back. He smoothed back her hair and nipped at her neck. “You’re ours, Tatum Baldwin. Don’t you ever forget that.”

  She didn’t answer. Instead, she closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation their cocks, their mouths, and their hands gave her. She was alight with a fire that burned hotter than the one in the fireplace, and if she didn’t get relief soon, she’d burn up from the inside out.

  Josh took her under her arms and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around him. He kissed her again, then looked into her eyes, telling everything she ever needed to know with that one look. His cock slipped into her, a perfect fit.

  She inhaled and laid her head back as she locked her hands around his neck. He moved his cock into her again, matching his thrusts with the hard beat of the song.

  Thank goodness it’s a slow, sexy song.

  They were exactly what she’d needed. Staying away had done nothing to dampen the yearning she had for them. Instead, it had stoked the embers of her love that she’d kept burning until they could meet again.

  Will turned her breasts loose and went away. Yet before she could ask where he’d gone, he returned. The coolness of the gel struck her and he worked his fingers around and inside her dark hole. Taking it slowly, he entered her and groaned his satisfaction into her ear.

  They filled her body as they’d filled her heart and soul. Without them, she was nothing but a shell. The burn that came from each side of her worked upward, simmering into the rest of her body. Although she hadn’t let herself think about how empty she’d felt while staying away from them, she now realized that they made her whole.

  The three of them moved, working with each other’s rhythm. They were one unit, their bodies seemingly melting into each other. Tatum was lost, her awareness centered on the emotions and sensations swirling through her body. She clung to Josh, but although her back was to Will, she felt no less connected.

  Their soft sounds of lovemaking were all she heard as the men pumped into her. Her body tingled under their touches. She tensed in the same moment both men did and cried out her climax as she dug her fingers into Josh’s shoulders. The men slammed into her, pinning her between them, capturing her body as they’d already captured her heart. They groaned out their orgasms. Their bodies shuddered, one giving comfort then receiving it as they caressed each other and murmured soft endearments.

  For several moments after their climaxes had gone, they stood in front of the fire, three individuals who were now linked together for the rest of their lives.

  At last, when she let her legs slide down Josh’s legs, they collapsed on the fur rug on top of the air mattress. Josh lay on one side of her while Will went to the other then rested his head on her stomach. They tugged blankets over their bodies.

  “Dibs.” She smiled up at the ceiling.

  Josh narrowed his eyes. “Dibs on what? Because if you mean me, you don’t need to call dibs. I’m already yours.”

  Will peered up at her. “So what’d you just put dibs on?”

  She cupped her hand against Josh’s cheek. “I called dibs on the bed for the night. After all, a girl’s got to get her beauty sleep.”

  Will sat up, his mouth parted in surprise, and she itched to run her fingers over the stubble covering his jawline. “What? Like we’re not going to share the bed with you? You’re screwing with us, right?”

  “Am I?” Of course she was, but that didn’t keep her from teasing them.

  “You’d better be.” Josh flattened his hand against her leg. “If not, I may have to give you a spanking.”

  “Promises, promises.” She giggled as Will attacked her, nipping at her stomach. Josh kissed her neck and tickled her. Their laughter accompanied the crackle of the fire as the heat between them burst into a full flame again.

  * * * *

  Tatum stretched between Josh and Will and luxuriated in having spent hours in their arms. She checked her phone that lay above her head.

  Five a.m.

  She thought about her father, letting worry take her again, then thrust it away. Will and Josh were right. It wasn’t her fault that she’d gotten stranded and she shouldn’t blame herself. Her father was doing fine and had the best of care. Still, she promised herself that she’d spend as much time with him as she could once he was out of the hospital.

  Snow was a common event in Montana even in April and she had no doubt that crews would already be working on the roads. But even if they didn’t have the secondary roads cleared, she’d put on chains the week before so she could, with skill and care, navigate the snow-covered drive that led the way to her house. The wind still blew outside but she thought the worst of the storm had come and gone while she’d been lost in lovemaking.

  Lovemaking. What a wonderful word.

  The first time they’d come together, it had been more about physical need. Yet even with the toys they’d used during their other times together, every touch, every word had transformed their actions in an expression of pure love. If it were within her power, she would’ve stopped time to stay locked in their special world forever.

  Would the home they’d build ever be as wonderful as the old cabin? Even if they built a mansion, she’d always have a warm place in her heart for their rendezvous place. If she could, she’d find a memento from the cabin to take with her and put in their new home as a good luck charm.

  Their soft snores were more like music to her ears than any song she had on her phone. She turned onto her side and watched Will as he slept. His strong face seemed almost childlike even with the stubble running along his jaw. Every so often he would puff out a bit of air.

  She touched her finger to the end of his nose and giggled when he swatted, barely missing her hand. He mumbled something she couldn’t understand then flipped over, putting his back to her.

  Turni
ng to her other side, she watched Josh. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, and she skimmed her fingers along his chest, marveling at the hardness. His dark hair curled around his ears and he had his own stubble darkening his face. She lifted onto one elbow and bent to kiss him on the cheek.

  If he wakes up—

  But she never finished her thought.

  Chapter Nine

  Tatum screamed as a gust of wind hit the side of the old structure so hard that the wall shook. Several stones fell out of the mantel surrounding the fireplace, sending dust and bits of debris flying. She brought the blanket up and over her as the men startled awake.

  “What the hell?” Josh held up his blanket, covering Tatum and himself. A second later, Will did the same, cursing a blue streak as he did.

  They stayed underneath their covers another full minute waiting to see if anything else would happen. Then, taking care, Tatum and the men pulled off their blankets and stared at the mess on the floor.

  Josh was up and pulling on his jeans and boots a moment before Will did the same. Tatum stayed under the blanket and watched.

  The men moved carefully among the refuse of the stones that had fallen to the floor then shattered. Josh pushed against the rest of the mantel and the wall beside it, testing it for any more loose stones. “I think the rest of it’s solid.”

  Will ran his hand along the wide opening left by the falling stones. “We’re lucky the whole damn thing didn’t collapse on us.”

  “Are you sure it still won’t? Or worse, the wall?” Tatum grabbed her clothes, shook the dust from them and pulled on her shirt, then her jeans. “Shouldn’t we get out of here just in case?”

  Will and Josh ran their hands along the mantel and the wall again. Will shook his head then leaned over to peer into the darkness. “Naw, I’m pretty sure we’re okay. I’ve done a bit of construction in the past, and from what I can tell, it looks like that section was weak because someone tampered with it. The outside of the wall is still intact. Hand me a light, Josh.”