Unexpected Pleasures [Pleasure, Montana 11] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Melody Snow Monroe

  “That’s it. Suck it hard.”

  She obliged by guiding her palm up and down his length while she swirled her tongue under the lip of his cock then down his length. He pressed his hips upward and she worked hard to take in more of him.

  When she drew him tighter into her mouth, he jerked out of her grasp. “That’s it, honey. Sit on him. Please.” His strangled request undid her.

  She aimed her opening over his cock and placed the tip at her entrance. When she widened her pelvis to take him in, his cock enlarged, stretching her wide. The friction, coupled with Liam’s twirling of her nipples, nearly pushed her over the edge. She’d never last.

  “It’s hard,” she gasped.

  “Better than soft.”

  She wanted to swat him but didn’t have the energy. “I meant it’s hard fitting him inside me. It’s been too long.”

  “Tell me about it.” Liam closed his eyes as if he was about to blow, too. She didn’t want that to happen. Not until Mason impaled her ass.

  “Hold on, Liam,” she begged.

  She lifted up and then eased on down, her wet channel slick enough to take in all of him. When the tip hit the end, bolts of electricity shot up her spine. She contracted her pussy around him.

  “No. Don’t.” Liam gripped her arms and drew her forward for a kiss.

  They shared a loving and exploratory caress when lube filled the air. This was it. She tensed her ass.

  Mason tapped her rear. “Don’t, angel. I’ll have to spank you if you do.”

  If Ceci or Brooke could be believed, getting spanked was the ultimate high, but she had too much going on right now to deal with another stimulation. “I’ll try to relax.”

  “Good girl.” Like he had before, Mason smeared the lube over her anus.

  Liam had taken hold of her hips and was keeping her still as if he knew Mason would need her not to move. The cold lube quickly warmed as Mason ran his thumb in a circle over her tight hole. He’d used the plug so long ago, she feared her ass wouldn’t accept his big cock, especially with Liam’s big dick taking up residence.

  Soon Mason’s soothing touch made the tight rosette relax and he pressed a finger inside. Not nearly as embarrassed as she had been the first time, she allowed herself the chance to enjoy what he was doing. Then his finger disappeared.

  “Ready, angel?”

  “Yes.” Foil tore and a condom snapped. More lube scented. Now he’d be extra slippery when he entered her.

  Liam lifted her hips so that his cock was only inside her an inch. The extra room, she guessed, would be used by Mason’s cock.

  Now it was Mason who planted his hands on her hips. “Remember to breathe.” He leaned over and kissed her neck and punched his cock past the tight ring.

  She stiffened then remembered Mason’s instructions. As soon as she inhaled and let out the breath, the burn and pinch disappeared. As he eased out, he slid his palms to her tits and rolled both nipples between his fingers.

  Liam seemed to be the caregiver of her hips, making sure she didn’t move. That was all right by her. She didn’t want to think—only feel. And feel she did. Mason seesawed into her using tiny strokes, widening her ass like a plow, piling the snow on the side of the road. He pulled taut her nipples and she swore his dick hit a thousand new nerve endings.

  “Oh, my.”

  “She likes it, Mase. You should see the sparkle in her eyes.”

  She shut her lids, not wanting him to see into her soul. Mason laughed, retreated, and drove in harder this time. It was as if he’d plugged her in and she lit up. Heat and a slight burn encompassed her. She tried to wiggle her hips, but Liam held her still.

  Then Mason’s cock was mostly out and Liam drove in. Her eyes sprang open. Liam’s expression appeared to be one of wonder. As if he’d punctured the climactic dam and didn’t want to lose it, he plunged in again. And again. Each time he took her to a higher orgasmic cliff.

  She couldn’t hold out much longer. Mason’s fingers tightened their hold on her breasts and he slid in right after Liam.

  Holy hell. “I’m all cock.”

  Liam pulled her down to kiss him, freeing her hips to move. Only she couldn’t even wiggle. Their cocks held her in place. His kiss was demanding and thrilling. As they vied for position, they both managed to plow into her both front and back. The first time their cocks hit the end, colored lights worked their way around her mind, taking her to exotic places. Her juices flowed and her body pulsed to their powerful thrusts. She broke the kiss and gulped in air.

  “Angel, I love you so much.”

  No words formed to respond. Mason pistoned into her and held still, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “Aaah.”

  His hot cum seared her back wall. His cock radiated heat and beat to match Mason’s heart. As she tried to lift up, Liam clamped down on her hips and drove into her hard. On the first thrust, the dam burst and her climax came in like an unannounced tidal wave—hard, fast, and powerful.

  She yelled their names and every ounce of her being seemed to be deeded over to them.

  “Sarah, Sarah.” Liam drew her into a strong embrace and let go. Without a condom, his hot seed nearly burned her. The violent expansion and contraction took her breath away.

  Time stood still. She wasn’t even sure when Mason had withdrawn from her ass, but a moment later, a warm cloth was wiping her down. Then Liam lifted her off him, took the cloth from Mason and cleaned her pussy.

  “That was beyond amazing,” she said and dropped down onto the bed. She was positive she’d never be the same again.

  Liam laughed. “Wait and see what we have in store for you tomorrow.”

  She wasn’t sure her heart could take much more excitement.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Sarah had said she wasn’t afraid of heights, but when she looked at the pictures in the lobby of the train going over the gorge, she wasn’t so sure anymore.

  “Ready?” Mason wrapped an arm around her waist. “I see you brought your jacket. Good. It’ll be cold in the mine.”

  She didn’t worry about being chilled. Heaven only knew being tossed out of a helicopter into a snow bank without a jacket gave her a new perspective on cold. “It’s safe, right?”

  He leaned in close. “Do you seriously think Liam and I would take you someplace that wasn’t?”

  “But what if the tracks crack and the train plummets into the chasm?”

  Liam walked up next to them and held open the lobby door to the outside. “You worried, hon?”

  “A little.”

  He was the first to reach the passenger side door and held it open. “Were you afraid to fly here?”

  “No.”

  “The train is safer than any old plane.”

  She hoped that was true. They parked in the train station lot. From the number of people present, this seemed to be a major tourist attraction. That made her feel better. It would be the town’s livelihood that would be affected if anything happened to the train.

  Liam had purchased tickets online, so they were sure to get a seat. When the train was ready to board, Mason held her hand and helped her up.

  “You want to sit by the window or the aisle?” Mason asked.

  He had a damned smirk on his face. “Window.” She’d show him she wasn’t afraid.

  “Fantastic.”

  Sarah picked her seat. She figured if she could face a gun, she could look out the window at the gorge below—make that the gorge very far below.

  While there was a steam-powered train, this one ran on diesel. After everyone was on board, the train creaked forward. She was sitting next to Mason, across from Liam.

  “Don’t worry, hon. On the way back, Mase and I will switch positions and you can hold on to me.” He grinned.

  “I’m not afraid.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  The scenery was fantastic as they were nestled in the mountains. Sarah was mesmerized by how far she could see. Only when they crossed that bridge did her und
erarms begin to sweat, but she wasn’t going to freak out. There were a few kids on the tour who were whimpering. She’d be strong.

  When they were directly over the gorge, she looked down, but because she was with her men, she wasn’t scared. In fact, the scene was so beautiful, she didn’t even think about the height.

  It only seemed like minutes before the train slowed. “What’s happening?”

  “It’s the Lebanon Silver Mine stop. Remember?”

  “Oh, yeah.” She was excited to see what it was like for the men who risked their lives for the precious metal.

  Once they disembarked, the tour guide led them near the mine, where they all had to don hard hats. The men looked cute, but she bet she looked like a total math geek. As soon as they stepped into the mine, she was happy she had a jacket. The guide gave his spiel about the history of the mine, but her thoughts wandered to what it was like all those years ago. The group was led into a tunnel, and the guide kept up a cheery discourse. They were at nine thousand feet and Sarah could tell her breathing was a little labored.

  Everything about the mining of silver fascinated her. Supposedly, the tour took over an hour, but it seemed like minutes. As they exited, a cameraman asked the group to cluster around.

  As he was setting up the shot, Liam walked over to him. What he said she couldn’t tell, but he didn’t stay long. After the photographer made his adjustment, he snapped a picture.

  “Just stay there. One more.”

  Both Liam and Mason stepped in front of her and pulled her in front of the crowd. When they both dropped to one knee, her heart nearly stopped and heat raced to her face.

  “Sarah Jacobsen,” Liam began. “Mason and I have never met anyone like you before. When you were tossed our way, you turned our world upside down. Your love of teaching, your love of your friends, and your honesty and willingness to put up with us, has earned our undying love.”

  The train sounded in the distance. Mason scooted closer. “As the eldest of the two by one month, it is my honor to ask you to be our wife. You’ll be technically married to me, but I’m afraid this guy comes with the package.”

  Mason opened a red velvet box and pulled out a diamond solitaire that shone in the bright sunlight. Her breath caught. “It’s beautiful.”

  “Not half as beautiful as you.” Mason slipped the ring on her finger. “It’s the perfect size.”

  Liam smiled. “That took a quick phone call to your mom. She’s a smart lady. Knows all sorts of things.”

  “You told her you were going to propose?”

  “We’re old-fashioned guys. We like to do it the proper way and asked permission. So what do you say?”

  The train whistle drowned out her yes and her subsequent shriek, but as soon as the men gathered her into their arms, the crowd burst into applause and the photographer snapped away.

  Who would have thought that the chunky, math geek would end up with two men who rocked her world? Life was definitely grand.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Unlike most other authors, I started writing late in life. Writing stories in high school and college was not for me. Only after I graduated did I fall in love with romance novels. For the next twenty years, I read voraciously. It got to a point where my book-buying habits cost as much as my groceries. At that point, my husband suggested I write a book. Hey, it looked easy, right? All the stories started in the same spot (hero and heroine at odds) and ended the same way (happily ever after). Only it was anything but easy. Eleven years and fifteen completed romantic suspenses later, I finally published. I never would have gotten that far had it not been for two local chapters whose generous members shared their amazing wealth of knowledge.

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