Riptide [Kismet Cove] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Susan Hayes

  “Well, we could do the bonding, anyway. I mean, it won’t hurt to do it again, right?”

  Evan and Rory exchanged thoughtful glances. “You’re suggesting we don’t tell anyone? Let Evan off the hook?”

  “No, I’m suggesting we don’t tell everyone. There’s a difference. Anyone close to me is going to spot that scar at some point, so there’s no point in lying about what it is. That doesn’t mean we can’t have the ceremony. It’s as close to a wedding as we’re going to get, right? So why not do it anyway?”

  “You’ll be our wife in every way, Jess. It just won’t be government sanctioned.”

  “I don’t need a federally certified document to know where I belong,” Jess announced.

  “I just need the two of you. And now I have that, forever.”

  “You’re ours.” Evan’s voice sounded in Jess’s mind again, along with a sense of love and wonder.

  “All ours.” Rory’s mind joined with hers and Evans and for a moment Jess felt a sense of completeness and harmony that filled her entire being with light.

  Evan leaned in and kissed her, his lips possessive as they slanted over hers. She nipped at his lower lip and he let her feel his need for her, the heat and yearning blazing with golden fire as he let it flow into her mind. He lifted his mouth from hers reluctantly and Jess felt his mental withdrawal, leaving an empty place inside her that she knew only Evan would be able to fill from now on.

  “I need to get us to anchor somewhere, and then we can be together.” He winked as he rose from the bed, his engorged cock evidence that he’d rather not be leaving her to Rory.

  “I drove last time we had you out here, so this time it’s his turn.” Rory pulled her down beside him as he dropped to the mattress and planted a torrid kiss to her lips as he waved Evan off. “I got this, you make sure we don’t run aground or drift into a shipping lane.”

  “Just don’t wear her out, bro,” Evan shot back as he disappeared through the door and headed to the deck where they had all left their clothes.

  “Yeah, don’t wear me out, big guy. I still have lots of family to meet, packing to do, and somewhere in there we need to do this bonding ceremony over in front of witnesses or your mom will kill you and Evan both.

  Chapter 22

  Rory gathered Jess up and rolled them both over so she was lying on top of him. Once she was settled, he dragged a handful of blankets over them both so the weight of them pressed her even more firmly against him. Her hair fell over her shoulder and lay like cool, wet silk across his chest. She smelled of the sea and her own rich scent, and Rory’s dick was a shaft of pure iron where it lay pinned between their bodies.

  Jess poured her feelings for him directly into his mind, filling his thoughts with a heady mix of love and lust. As Jess pushed further into his mind, Rory instinctively started to shield himself, but Jess was not backing down. Her soft hands framed his face and he found himself staring up into her pale blue eyes.

  “I love you, Rory. Let me see you. All of you.” Her thoughts were a silken whisper and there was nothing but love in her expression as Rory finally dropped his walls and let her in. He waited, expecting her to turn from him, but instead she smiled and tears fell from her eyes to splash hotly against his neck and chin.

  “How could you think I’d be afraid of this?” She said the words out loud, but in his head she was holding up images, fragments of his memories for him to see. He and Darius fighting, the two of them screaming and pushing at each other as their tempers got the better of them yet again. Another memory, this one of his younger self watching his grandfather berate his father, the old man’s anger and disappointment clear as he called into question everything that Darius believed. Self-loathing filled Rory and he tried to push her out of his mind, away from the dark side of his nature but she held him off.

  “I’m not a good man,” he told her, ashamed.

  Her mental voice grew louder and more insistent. “You are a good man, Rory. You just don’t see it. I understand what Evan was talking about now. You think you’re like your grandfather, but you’re not.” Jess held up more memories, ones Rory had forgotten. Memories of him and Evan rescuing a seal pup that had been orphaned when his mother had been shot by a fisherman and carrying it carefully back home wrapped in Rory’s jacket. They’d visited it at the local wildlife rescue center every week until it had been returned to the wild. There were recollections of fishing with his father, the two of them enjoying peaceful companionship with never a harsh word spoken.

  Just as he thought she was done, Jess shared one of her memories, and Rory nearly came off the bed as she let him experience the spanking he’d given to her that night in their hotel room. Her excitement, her lack of fear, and the pleasure he had given her struck him hard, destroying the last of the walls he’d built up.

  She isn’t afraid of me. She loves me.

  Rory speared his hands into her hair and dragged her head down to his, kissing her wildly. The link between them stayed wide open and for the first time he shared everything he was, letting their minds and thoughts blend until he no longer knew whose thoughts were whose. He loosened one hand from her hair and slid it between them, homing in on the seam of her pussy that he could feel resting just along the hard swell of his dick. He slipped a finger inside and found her already wet, and when he teased the delicate pearl of her clitoris with his fingertip a fresh flood of juice flowed over his hand and made her even slicker. Jess made a soft, impatient sound and wriggled herself over his cock and then arched her hips, taking him inside her with a slow, steady roll of her hips.

  Her cunt was hot, slick, and so tight around his dick that he could feel every twitch of her inner muscles as they rippled up and down the length of his shaft. Her mouth was still on his and he plunged his tongue past her lips, needing to possess her body completely. Her mouth, her pussy, every part of her was his, now and always. Her thoughts were just as wild as his and he caught echoes of needs that were not his own, along with flashes of pain and sadness that he knew came from Jess. As he loved her with his body he pushed into her mind just as she had pushed into his, finding the shadows where her self-doubts and loneliness were hidden.

  He let her see herself the way he did, every lush curve and sensuous inch of her, ripe and soft and able to bring him to arousal with just a smile. When she cried and tried to retreat from the double assault of his mind and body he flipped them over so that she was beneath him, their tongues entwined and his dick slamming into her pussy again and again. With each thrust he shared his love for her, driving back the sadness and tearing away her insecurities. Salt flavored their kisses and he realized she was crying, but he couldn’t feel fear or pain from her so he pushed again, until finally the two of them were of one mind as well as one body, racing together toward the shared oblivion of orgasm.

  Rory reached down and coaxed her legs higher until her legs were wrapped around his waist and her body was open to him. Her juices coated his cock and her thighs, easing his passage as he lunged deep into her body, needing to possess her completely. He ended their kiss and lifted his head as he braced himself on his arms and pushed his upper body up above hers, increasing the angle so that he could hit her sweet spot, pushing her closer to release.

  Beneath him Jess cried out and writhed in time to his thrusts, taking him into her body with a hunger that was as fierce as his own. Her fingers curved into claws and she raked her nails down his chest, the fiery sting adding another level of pleasure to their lovemaking. He felt her channel pulse and tighten around his cock as the first flutter of her orgasm bloomed and sent a rosy flush up her body and stained her breasts, then her throat, and finally her cheeks pink.

  With her love and her need still echoing inside his mind, Rory let himself go, pounding into her with everything he had, all of his desire focused down to the point where their bodies met. “Come for me, Jess, just let it all go and come for me,” he encouraged her and he knew the moment she was swept away. Her pussy locked around
him so tight he bordered on pain and she arched up off the bed as she screamed his name. Her nails slashed down his chest again and the overwhelming force of her orgasm traveling from her mind to his shattered the last threads of his control and sent him spiraling into his own release.

  Again and again he shot his seed deep into her womb, until his balls emptied themselves inside her and he lowered his head to brush a kiss to her lips, both of them panting and dazed as they stared into each other’s eyes.

  “I love you,” she whispered and gave him a half smile that melted his heart. “All of you, even the parts you don’t think are worth loving.”

  “And I love you, every part of you. You are beautiful and sexy and I am going to spend the rest of my life proving it to you.” Rory was just moving off of her and to one side when both of them heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Seconds later Evan appeared at the door, his expression one of frustrated lust. He tore his shirt over his head and hit the bed with a groan.

  “Do you to have any idea how hard it was to concentrate when you were both broadcasting so loud? Holy fuck, porn has nothing on the two of you!”

  He lay down on his side right beside Rory and leaned in to kiss Jess on the cheek.

  “Please tell me it’s my turn now? I was a good boy and got us anchored and secured, despite the fact that I had the two of you in my head doing the wild thing the whole time.”

  * * * *

  Jess was still reeling from the intense and emotional moment she had just shared with Rory when Evan came back to bed. As he sprawled beside them she was amazed to realize that no matter how incredible what she and Rory had, she had missed Evan even for that short period of time.

  “That’s the bonding kicking in, sweetheart,” Evan whispered inside her mind, his mental touch colored by lust and laughter. “It’s only going to get stronger as time goes by, so you better get used to it.”

  Aloud she said, “Stop eavesdropping on my thoughts! I’m sorry about before. I didn’t realize you could, um, hear us.”

  Evan grinned. “Well, you haven’t learned how to shield your thoughts yet, but Rory knew exactly what he was doing.” He reached out and poked Rory’s naked chest right over one of the sets of scratches Jess had given him. “Bastard.”

  “I didn’t want you to feel left out.” Rory grinned back at him and Jess’s mouth fell open.

  “You looped him in on purpose? Rory Frazier that was mean!”

  “Yeah, you tell him, sweetheart!” Evan gathered her into his arms and stuck out his tongue at Rory before dropping a kiss on her already kiss-swollen lips. “I can think of a few ways you can make it up to me.”

  Jess reached between them and wrapped her fingers around Evan’s cock, gliding up and down its length. The silk-covered steel of his shaft jerked in her fingers and she couldn’t help but laugh as a low, rumbling groan rose up from Evan’s throat.

  “That’s a very good start.” He was almost purring as she pumped his cock again. “But I actually had something else in mind.”

  “What were you thinking?” she asked.

  “This.” Evan managed to scoop her into his arms and haul her off the bed as he stood up, carrying her back up into the main cabin and then out to the partially covered area just beyond it.

  “Evan! We’re naked! Take me back inside before I freeze to death. I’ve already done my polar bear swim for the day!”

  “Relax, we’re not going swimming,” Evan reassured her as he settled them both onto the bench that ran along one side of the covered part of the deck. Jess found herself straddling Evan’s naked thighs, and then he reached down and produced a faded, patchwork quilt which he carefully wrapped around her, swaddling her body in its soft warmth. With the quilt shielding her from the elements and prying eyes, Jess relaxed and looked around. They were close enough to a beach she could make out individual trees, but far enough away no one would be able to see anything. “The island’s not inhabited. It’s just a good spot for us to anchor. We’re out of the wind and there’s no one around to hear you scream.”

  “I’m going to be screaming?”

  “I have every intention of making that happen.” Evan gave her a lopsided grin. “I like making love outside, and I figure this is the best of both worlds. Fresh air and comfy seating.”

  “You’re going to do her outside? I love you like a brother, but you have some very weird ideas about sex. First you go and bite our girl, and now you want to fuck her outside? Someone’s been spending too much time watching Animal Planet.” Rory appeared on deck, now dressed in a heavy sweater and a pair of jeans, though Jess noticed he hadn’t bothered to do up the fly.

  “Shut up, bro. You had your time with Jess, now it’s my turn.”

  “Don’t mind me, I’ll just be over here, waiting for J.J to come to her senses and tell you to get her cute ass back inside where it’s warm.”

  “I’m warm enough.” Jess grinned. “And I’ve never made love outside before. You never know, I may come to like it.”

  “Great, then we can all get frostbite together.”

  “Don’t listen to him. He’s just been bitter about the great outdoors since an unfortunate incident back in high school involving a cute girl and an undetected patch of stinging nettles.”

  Jess burst into a fit of giggles as Rory cursed a blue streak and flipped Evan off with both hands.

  “Now, if we are through being distracted, I believe I promised to make you scream.”

  “Yes, you did.” Jess snuggled closer to him so that her breasts brushed over his bare chest. “Though I’m not sure how you’re going to manage to do that when you keep talking to Rory.”

  “Brat!” He stopped her next words with a kiss that nearly melted her brain and emptied her head of every thought but him. Evan’s mouth plundered hers, taking everything and giving no quarter. His tongue swept past her lips to tangle with hers, and his hands came around her hips to lift her a few inches off of his lap.

  “Put your legs around my waist.” His voice was in her head, giving her directions, and she followed them. As soon as she got her feet behind him, Evan leaned back, pinning her legs so tightly she could barely move.

  “Gotcha.” Jess heard Evan’s single thought and then an outpouring of need and love hit her and she was lost to everything else. Along with the emotion, Evan sent her images of the two of them making love, some of them memories and some of them his fantasies. He whispered promises that they would try each and every one of them in their years together and Jess felt her pussy flood and her inner walls flutter as his words, thoughts, and vivid pictures sent her lust skyrocketing.

  When Evan finally lowered her back down into his lap, his cock speared through her folds and the thick head pressed up into her pussy, sliding into her easily as Jess leaned her head back and moaned.

  Evan’s arms held her suspended there and she tried to wiggle herself further down but he stopped her. After chuckling aloud he told her, “Sweetheart, this time we are going to fuck on my schedule, not yours. I want this slow, so slow you are shaking and begging for it by the time I let you come.”

  Jess’s moaned again, this time in protest and she lifted her head to give Evan a look of pure frustration. “You’re doing it again.”

  “Doing what?” Evan was laughing as he lowered her another slow, sweet inch onto his cock before stopping again. His eyes were blazing with desire and it gave Jess a sense of satisfaction to know that this was nearly killing him as well.

  “You’re getting all bossy, like him.” She inclined her head toward Rory and then whimpered as she saw that Rory was fisting his dick, playing with himself as he watched the two of them.

  “No one’s as bossy as me, baby.” He winked at her. “You better get on with it, Ev, or I’m going to come over there and join you two.”

  “Not until she’s screamed for me, you’re not.” Evan let her slide another few inches down his cock and she clamped her body tight around him as he finally went deep enough to feel good inste
ad of merely teasing her.

  Evan let his head fall back with a groan and relented, lowering her rest of the way so that he was buried balls deep inside her, his thick cock filling her so completely that even the smallest movement sent ripples of pleasure flowing outward from her womb. His hands moved from her hips to her ass, kneading the soft flesh there and rocking her body into his.

  “You are so wet and tight. God, I love fucking you. Being inside you is like being home.” He lifted his head to kiss her then, his tongue flicking over her lips until she parted them. He kept kneading her ass, moving her into him and then away again in a slow, hypnotic dance that made her heart pound and her cunt pulse around his cock in eager patterns.

  “Slowly,” he whispered into her mind and lifted her up a bare few inches before thrusting upward, filling her up and then retreating. Again and again he did that, fucking her while he held her just high enough that she could not gain any leverage and was completely at his mercy. When she realized he was not going to let her have her way she finally relaxed and let him take complete control, and soon she was shuddering with the force of the orgasm that was building up inside her.

  Evan and Rory were both in her mind, stoking her passion with words of love and sexually charged visions that had her nearly wild with need, but still Evan controlled the pace, keeping her on a slow, steady upward spiral toward some impossibly high peak. His cock filled and stretched her, rubbing against her G-spot with every gentle lift and glide of his hips and her entire body was slowly kindling into a single blazing flame of pure need.

  Just as Jess felt as though she couldn’t take another second of waiting, the quilt was torn from her shoulders and Rory’s strong arms were encircling her ribs and drawing her back against his chest. His hands cupped her breasts and she heard him utter a single word.