Rainier, Heather - Rosemary's Double Delight [Divine Creek Ranch 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

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by Heather Rainier


  He bowed his head, and his hands slid all over her. Wrapping his arms around her, Wes lifted her to rest against his chest. He slid a hand across her pelvis, his fingers resting across her mound and the top of her thigh, the other arm wrapped around her torso. He nuzzled her throat as she tilted her head back to rest against his shoulder.

  “Look,” he whispered lovingly, gazing at her in the mirror, draped against him, his cock still buried between her widespread thighs. “That is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

  His cock still pulsed inside her, a mark of possession that she welcomed with her whole heart.

  “It is beautiful, Wes. I’ll never forget this moment.”

  Rosemary had pondered how she would feel after the opportunities to spend time alone with her men presented themselves. Would there be hints of jealousy between Wes and Evan? The question always refrained in her mind over whether their relationship would swing out of balance.

  Having close male friends involved in an even more complicated arrangement seemed to give them a healthy foundation because she’d never sensed the fomenting of jealousy between them.

  Evan had retreated to his room as the evening progressed, after kissing her goodnight. He’d been pretty specific in encouraging her to spend the night alone with Wes. A satisfying sense of relief filled her because she knew he did it to decrease her worry. Evan must’ve known if there was even a hint that he’d retreated to his room less than willingly, that she would’ve worried about it the whole time. Which would’ve ruined her time with Wes. Now she could focus on pleasing Wes and receiving pleasure from him without holding back.

  Wes’s lips slid with intoxicating effectiveness from her throat to the flesh behind her ear. “Evan loves you so much. He only wants your happiness.”

  She chuckled and smiled at him, a lump forming in her throat at the love reflected in his eyes.

  “Wow, now you’re reading my mind,” she whispered.

  Her breath shuddered from her as his hand caressed from her mound over her abdomen, to cup one of her breasts. She loved the way his work-roughened hands felt on her skin. Whenever either of them held her, she felt safe.

  She watched unabashedly as he slid his other hand from her shoulder to hold the other breast in that hand. It was undeniably erotic, watching the way he touched her, the way her breasts slightly overfilled his hands as he cupped them tenderly. Her pussy quivered reflexively when he rubbed his thumbs over her peaked nipples, causing him to growl at the sensation.

  Rosemary looked into his eyes then and squeezed him with her pussy muscles while simultaneously grinding her buttocks back against him. She smiled when the movement against him shifted his cock slightly inside of her, and she sensed that he was still hard.

  Holding her to him, he slid two fingers to her slit. Rosemary gasped as he found her clit and slowly stroked her. Listening to the wet sound of his fingers sliding through her well-lubricated flesh lit her up faster than she would’ve believed possible. Feeling what he was doing while simultaneously watching and listening to it was explosively erotic.

  Then he spoke as he thrust gently against her. “I love this beautiful pussy. Can you feel what you do to me? I’m hard again, just from looking and touching when I should be comatose right now,” he whispered, chuckling. “If I could ask to stay somewhere forever, it would be inside you like this.”

  He thrust inside her as she continued to grind against him, his fingers swirling around her clit until she was gasping.

  Their lovemaking didn’t follow the previous slow rise to tumultuous, heated, blinding ecstasy. This fire inside them burned low, their movements staying slow but searingly intense against each other.

  It was as if they were locked in that unhurried, grinding dance until they were ready to combust, their eyes locked on each other. She neared the crest of her orgasm, and instead of her movements becoming more pronounced, more physical, her body moved less sinuously, her muscles locking down within her, clamping hard as a vise on the cock strumming her body to screaming crescendo.

  “Yes,” he murmured as he slid from her depths and thrust deep and slow, strumming her G-spot firmly as he held her. Her head fell back, her lips wide open, her back arching hard as she moaned in bliss.

  Melting against him, she allowed him to hold her up, her hands still clutching his shoulders with ineffectual strength. She couldn’t even feel her hands, much less know how she was able to hold on to him. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and it sent a shiver down her torso when she felt Wes’s tongue flick out to lick her shoulder.

  “We can build a huge house and fill it with the finest furniture our hands can create, but this, right here, is home for me,” he murmured as he kissed the place his tongue had been. “I’m so glad you never gave up, baby.”

  “I’ve loved you and Evan since you were little boys. Giving up on you two was never an option.”

  Epilogue

  The following weekend…

  “Okay, sweet cheeks. That’s the last of the boxes,” Luke Garner, Wes and Evan’s father, said to Rosemary as the men came in the door that led out into the garage.

  Between her and Mary, Wes and Evan’s mom, she’d managed to get all of her clothing and personal items unpacked and put away.

  There was furniture and other stuff stored in the garage that she would have to sort through, but she was out of her apartment completely and moved in with her men.

  She and Mary had finished opening all the foil-wrapped containers from Rudy’s, which they had just returned with moments before.

  Rosemary trotted over to Luke and gave him a big hug. “Thank you so much for helping me move in. It means a lot to me. Not everybody’s parents would approve of me moving in with Wes and Evan before the wedding.”

  Mr. Garner hugged her back and patted her shoulder with his big, callused hand. “Rosemary, not everybody has watched you all grow up together and love each other the way we have. I’ll confess I don’t fully get the dynamic that you three live with, but I do know love when I see it. You love my sons well enough for two women, and they adore you. I don’t care what anybody else thinks.”

  Rosemary hugged him again, a little teary-eyed when he kissed the top of her head. Luke and Mary Garner were two of a kind.

  “That’s right, honey. You already know that’s how I feel, too.” Mary said as she got on her hands and knees, sifting through a bottom cabinet.

  Somehow, word had gotten out around town that Rosemary was engaged to and moving in with both Wes and Evan Garner. Some people assumed she was engaged to Wes and moving in with him and that Evan was their roommate, but many others knew the truth of it. That she was in love and living with both of them, preparing to marry Wes.

  Rosemary had an ugly confrontation with Elizabeth Owens and one of her self-righteous friends in Stigall’s a few days before when she’d been shopping with Mary for gifts for Wes and Evan’s birthdays, which were both at the beginning of December. Mary had promptly told Elizabeth off and asked her to mind her own damned business.

  Her voice muffled inside a bottom cabinet, Mary said, “Rosemary, please tell me that you’re going to finally organize this kitchen.” She grunted as she backed out of a cabinet filled with pots and pans, with a package of paper napkins in her hand. “Those boys have got their workshop organized like a master chef’s gourmet kitchen, but this beautiful, marble-countered, hand-crafted masterpiece is stocked like a bunch of frat boys live in it!”

  Rosemary giggled and said, “It’s horrendous, isn’t it? And yes, it’s at the top of my list. Next time you come over, it will be all organized. I hope you’re all hungry.”

  “So have you decided on a date?” Mary asked as she passed the large foil pan filled with meat around the dining table.

  Wes replied, “Rosemary is still up in the air about what to do with her parents, but we’ve decided on the first weekend in February. There’s a beach resort on Grand Cayman that we liked the looks of, and they sound like they
specialize in throwing beach weddings. They have rooms still available for that weekend, and there are several other resorts and hotels that are close by.”

  “Yes,” Rosemary said, “the beach is beautiful, and they have an overlook that is perfect for the reception afterward. I haven’t said anything to my parents though, beyond telling them that I’m engaged, though.”

  Mary and Luke smiled at her, seeming to understand her dilemma. They’d watched helplessly as her parent’s endless dramas played out over the years, heedless of the damaging effect it’d had on Rosemary as she grew up.

  Over the years, Rosemary had come to think of herself as their adopted daughter, and they’d given her the stability she’d needed whenever they could. She supposed that was one of the reasons Mary and Luke were unsurprised when they had told them of their plans for a life together.

  Mary said, “They aren’t the first divorced couple who had to cope with attending the wedding of their grown child. Do you want to know what I’d suggest?”

  “Of course, Mary.”

  “Tell them what your plans are. Let them decide on their own, whether they want to come. Expect them to act like adults and don’t worry about whether or not they get along. We already decided that we’re going to be there, didn’t we Luke?” Mary asked as Luke placed a gentle hand over hers.

  “Yep. We’re going to come to the wedding, and then after the reception, your mom and I are going to fly over to Little Cayman to another resort there and stay for a few days and have a second honeymoon,” Luke said, smiling at Mary, his eyes a little dazed. Mary blushed when he leaned toward her and gave her a tender kiss.

  Wes, Evan, and Rosemary grinned at each other. Wes rolled his eyes and chuckled while Mary and Luke were lost in the moment. Then Rosemary noticed Wes squint when he looked toward the ceiling.

  Wes glanced at Evan and her and then over at his parents quickly. Evan looked back at him silently, his eyebrows joining together in a questioning look before looking up toward the ceiling. Rosemary watched the two of them in the brief non-verbal communication that lasted only milliseconds before looking up to see what had drawn their eyes.

  The first thing to catch her eye was the wrought iron and blown glass light fixture over the table. She looked more closely and saw what it was that threw the symmetry of the light fixture off slightly. There was a black lace thong hung on the gathered center of the unit.

  Rosemary looked back down at her plate, clamping her lips together, and then glanced up at Wes. He was exchanging a look with her and Evan before he slid his hand over his face, trying to hide a smile.

  “Oh, sorry, guys. That was probably more mush than you wanted to see, huh?” Mary asked with a giggle as she looked over at them, thankfully misinterpreting their blushing faces and embarrassment.

  Rosemary giggled, able to respond first, and replied, “I hope we’re half as romantic as you are after thirty-eight years of marriage, Mary. Don’t you dare apologize for being in love.”

  After dinner, Mary and Rosemary cleared the table while the men retired to the back deck to light the fire pit and enjoy the crisp fall evening.

  Mary stood beside her, pouring wine into two glasses for them, and said, “I was hoping that you might be willing to help me do a little online shopping sometime. Maybe direct me to some good Web sites? I wanted to get some things for our trip to the wedding and Little Cayman.”

  “Sure. The weather will be warm and breezy down there. Did you want to look for a bathing suit or casual wear?”

  “Well, yeah. But I was hoping…maybe you would help me find some other things?” Mary said, giggling.

  “Oh?” Rosemary asked knowingly. “What kinds of other things?”

  “I was thinking some really sexy lingerie?”

  “Yeah? I can definitely point you in the right direction,” Rosemary said with a snicker, lifting her glass of wine to her lips as she flipped the light switch in the kitchen off. “What did you have in mind?”

  Mary giggled as they passed through the kitchen on the way to the back door, glancing up at the light fixture. “Oh, I was thinking something in black lace would be perfect.”

  The two of them howled with laughter as they went out the door together.

  THE END

  www.heatherrainier.com

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Heather Rainier lives and writes in South Central Texas. Her stories offer up the content of her fantasies, with autobiographical humor, triumph and tragedy mixed in.

  Heather believes that life doesn’t always present love to us in neat little sanitized packages. Sometimes we have to seize the day, live life with no regrets, forget the past, never give up, learn to trust, and dare to live, even in outrageous circumstances.

  When not happily typing at her keyboard, Heather is usually busy corralling her kids, volunteering at local schools, or loving on her smokin’ hot husband, who thankfully loves to cook.

  Also by Heather Rainier

  Ménage Everlasting: Divine Creek Ranch 1: Divine Grace

  Everlasting Classic: Divine Creek Ranch 2: Her Gentle Giant, Part 1: No Regrets

  Everlasting Classic: Divine Creek Ranch 2: Her Gentle Giant, Part 2: Remember to Dance

  Ménage Everlasting: Divine Creek Ranch 3: Heavenly Angel

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  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

 

 

 


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