Rainier, Heather - Sparks Fly! A Divine Creek July 4th Family Reunion [Divine Creek Ranch 11] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Heather Rainier

  Joaquin lay down nearby and stroked her abdomen then slid his hand up to cup her breast and tease the nipple to a peak. She pressed her hand to his, making him grip her harder, and opened for his kiss when he leaned to her.

  Angel’s cock throbbed, and the deep ache in his balls that had been there since they’d left on the horseback ride grew in intensity. He stroked her lower abdomen as he fisted the root of his shaft, and then he lifted her left thigh and pushed it up as he fitted his shaft to her opening. He growled softly when her cunt clenched at the contact, and he smiled with approval that she still reacted so easily to them.

  He teased her slick pussy, holding his desire to plunge right in by the barest of threads. Her hips flexed against him, and she let loose a needful-sounding moan. Joaquin sat up and watched, lust in his eyes as Teresa took the first inch of Angel’s cock. Both he and his brother loved watching her as she gave herself to them.

  “Yes,” she moaned as he thrust into her engorged cunt.

  He gripped his shaft and took a deep breath because her sounds were so erotic and he didn’t want to come too soon.

  While stroking his once again rock-hard cock in leisurely fashion, Joaquin laid his hand on the thigh Angel had been holding up while Angel did the same with the other one. Doing this opened her wide and hopefully increased her feelings of vulnerability. Judging by her panting breaths and the way she arched her back, they’d succeeded. He wasn’t surprised that Joaquin was ready for another go-round. She excelled at keeping them in a state of arousal.

  Angel placed his thumb on her clit and massaged in a circular motion as he flexed his hips and thrust home with one stroke. Her eyes opened wide, and she cried out joyfully, placing her hand over his on her right thigh as he thrust again.

  “Yes, Angel! Please, more!”

  Her cream coated his shaft as he pulled nearly all the way out and slammed home again, the primitive place in his heart satisfied with the visual evidence that she was getting what she needed as he slid again into her slick cunt. He lifted her hips and angled his cock to stroke her G-spot and was rewarded with her high-pitched cries as he strummed the spot repeatedly.

  Her pussy grew tight, and he knew she was close when her body trembled and froze, waiting for the thrust that would drive her over the edge. He groaned with pleasure, holding back his release as he gave her what she needed, and was gratified when the tension burst within her. Her cunt rippled and convulsed on his cock as her sensual moans and cries filled his ears.

  Riding the wave he could no longer hold back, Angel thrust repeatedly, watching as she took every inch of his length between her silky lips. Her pussy tugged at him with each backstroke until the orgasm shattered his control. His cum pulsed in searing streams into her hot little cunt until it overflowed from her.

  As he caught his breath, Angel looked up at his brother, who was still stroking his cock. Joaquin’s eyes held a question. Angel looked down at Teresa as she panted, looking like a beautiful angel. “Joaquin needs you again. Can you handle it?” He knew Joaquin would jerk off to completion, but it was nowhere near as satisfying. He knew because he’d been in the same position himself.

  “Yes, of course.”

  Angel withdrew from her silky, wet pussy and let Joaquin take his place. Joaquin murmured, “It’s not going to take long, I promise. I don’t want you to be sore for the ride back.” Angel knew Joaquin was as protective of her comfort as he was and would go easy on her.

  She smiled seductively at him. “Give me your cock.”

  Joaquin chuckled and tilted his head back, gasping with pleasure as he slid in gently with one long stroke.

  “Love me, Joaquin. Take what you need and give me your cum.”

  Angel could plainly see that her soft words stoked Joaquin’s fire. Teresa had a gift for doing that at the right moment. Angel lay down on the blanket and watched as the two of them flexed and writhed together. At Joaquin’s nod, Angel reached out and stroked Teresa’s clit, making sure she would come again too. Teresa moved with him, flexing her hips and letting Joaquin hold her thighs wide open. The deep rumble in Joaquin’s chest signaled his orgasm was near, and Teresa clawed at him, gripping his hands as she tensed up and came undone one more time. Joaquin howled in relief, thrust twice more, and then held still as he breathed in deep gulps of air and shuddered as he came.

  “Yes!”

  “Yes, baby.”

  The three of them were drenched in sweat, and Teresa sighed deeply as she ran her fingers through her now damp hair. When Joaquin finally pulled out, they helped her sit up. She put her hands to her now rosy cheeks. “I need to get back in the water and cool off.”

  “We all should. It’ll help wake us up. All I want now is a nap,” Joaquin said as he helped her to her feet.

  They played in the water and rinsed off, and Teresa left her hair down for the ride back to the ranch, opting to sit in Angel’s lap for the leisurely return as Adoración followed along. Joaquin rode beside them, and she held his hand and Angel held her in his arms, her head resting lightly on his shoulder.

  Teresa looked up at Angel with languid brown eyes. “I hope you build the tree house soon. I’ve missed having naughty little adventures with you like we used to before Eleazar arrived.”

  The obstetrician had urged caution and plenty of rest because of slight complications toward the end of her second pregnancy. The men had become much more careful with her, even when she’d begged for them to take her together. True ménages were a rarity where before they’d happened with satisfying frequency.

  Angel kissed her temple and glanced at Joaquin. “I guess we’ve been cautious with you for quite a while, haven’t we?”

  Teresa giggled. “He’s going on three. I think so. I’m not saying I’m Superwoman, because they keep me really busy, but I’m not a fragile flower, either. I loved playing—really playing—with you today, both the fun stuff and all the sex, and I’d love it if we did that some more.”

  She didn’t voice it as a complaint, merely as a hopeful request, and Angel squeezed her and said, “We want you to be happy.”

  Joaquin chuckled. “And if wild, mind-blowing, ménage monkey sex is what makes you happy then we’re all about making you happy.”

  “Says the former manslut,” Angel grunted, causing Teresa to burst into giggles. Joaquin had confessed his past reputation as a willing object for buckle bunnies on the rodeo circuit prior to having met her, and she’d generously wiped his slut-slate clean.

  “Now he’s just my manslut,” Teresa said once she stopped laughing. “Mine, all mine.”

  Chapter Eight

  Charity wiggled her tush to the music playing in the kitchen as she stood in Grace’s pantry looking for a bottle of mustard. Grace and Ethan had just taken the last of the freshly seasoned meat out to the grill. She finally found the mustard and brought it outside to the large table where all the food was set up.

  “Mack. No,” Lydia Carlisle commanded when her overly obnoxious lummox of a Great Pyrenees puppy nosed at the table with the food on it. The dog looked soulfully back at his mistress, groaned pitifully, and returned to the spot next to her feet where he’d been napping in the shade for most of the afternoon. “Good boy.”

  “Row-rowr,” he sassed back at Lydia, much to Charity’s amusement.

  “That’s right, Mack,” Charity said as she removed the seal from the mustard and set it on the table. “You know who the alpha bitch is, dontcha?”

  “Row-rowr.”

  Summer laughed as Ace fed her a bite of his ice cream and asked, “Is he always that mouthy, Lydia?”

  Lydia chuckled and stroked his big white head. “He misses Jake.”

  “Who’s that?” Buck asked from his seat at the edge of the pool.

  Lydia smiled. “Not ‘who’ but ‘what.’ We have a barn cat named Jake. Big old ginger tabby. He tomcats around from time to time, and we haven’t seen him for a few days.”

  Buck’s buddy and coworker Chad said, “Sounds just lik
e you, Buck! I bet I know which one you’re talking about. I’ve seen one around here that fits your description.”

  Charity said, “Now that’s what I call getting around.” There was a distance of several miles between the Divine Creek Ranch and the Rockin’ C Ranch.

  Chad nodded and then asked, “Does he have a chewed-up left ear?”

  Lydia grinned. “Yes, that’s probably him.”

  Buck said, “I know which one you mean. I saw him in the barn the other day. You might see him around here still.”

  “Row-rowr.”

  Lydia put her hand on Mack’s fluffy white neck. “Nope. You’re staying right—”

  Charity burst into laughter and pointed. “Speak of the devil!”

  Jake the barn cat had sauntered up and was currently licking the turkey leg that Buck had become distracted from during the conversation.

  Buck turned when everyone looked his way and hollered, “Hey, cat! Leave my food alone. Go get your own.” He shooed the cat, Mack caught sight of him, and all hell broke loose.

  “Row-rowr-rowr!” The one-hundred-pound Great Pyrenees puppy bellowed and shot from his resting place like he’d been fired from a cannon. “Row-rowr-rowr!”

  Charity cringed at Mack’s deep, echoing bark, and then her jaw dropped as the cat nosed the turkey leg again as Mack leaped for him, knocking both Buck and himself into the pool, turkey leg and all. The cat took off around the pool and disappeared in the bushes. Chaos erupted as Buck surfaced, still holding his turkey leg. Chance Carlisle jumped into the pool to help, fighting laughter and cursing the dog.

  “I’m sorry about your pool, Mrs. Warner,” Buck said as he handed her the soggy turkey leg and helped heave the now water-logged Great Pyrenees from the pool.

  “Yeah, Grace, sorry about the pool,” Lydia said as she grasped Mack by the collar and returned to her seat, scolding him.

  Through her laughter, Grace said, “I’m sure those aren’t the only reasons the pool is going to have to be cleaned. Don’t worry about it. Buck, I’ll get you another turkey leg.” She handed him a beach towel and pitched the ruined drumstick in the trash can.

  Charity had just settled back into Justin’s lap when Grace said, “Charity, did you by chance see a jar of bread-and-butter pickles while you were in the pantry?”

  “Yeah, you need them?”

  Grace nodded as Ethan and Jack placed the meat Grace had brought them onto the huge grate of the barbecue pit. “Would you mind?”

  Justin goosed Charity’s ass as she stood. She winked at him and bent down to whisper, “You sure have been handsy all day. Hold that thought, handsome.”

  The air-conditioning felt heavenly when she went back in the house, and she looked forward to sunset when they all rode out to the lake for the fireworks display. “Somethin’ ’bout a Truck” was playing on the stereo, and she couldn’t help wiggling and dancing as Kip Moore went on about a girl in a red sundress.

  Suddenly an enormous male body pressed aggressively against her, the glass jar was removed from her hand, and the large body lifted away from her for two seconds. She heard the jar land firmly on the kitchen counter, and then he was back. The light in the pantry went out, and the door closed and she heard a metallic click.

  Why in the fuck is there a lock on the pantry door? Really, Charity? That’s what you want to know right now?

  “What are you doing?” she whispered, trying to draw air into her lungs as he pressed her against the canned goods shelf.

  “Silence, unless you want them to hear. If they hear, they will come. Do you really want my men to watch me take you?” The deep, masculine growl and the prickle of his scruffy beard sent an icy-hot thrill up her spine.

  “Please, don’t hurt me,” she whispered, breathing shallowly as she suppressed a smile. She’d been anticipating this for weeks, not knowing when he would strike. Well, this explains the desire to grow a beard in summer. “Please, I’m just a serving maid. I have nothing of value for you to steal.”

  The Viking marauder chuckled deeply, ending on a growly note. “That’s what you think, wench. You have exactly what I need.”

  Charity bit her lip so hard she nearly drew blood as her hot juices soaked her bikini bottom. Leathery hands tugged on the ties at her hips, and she was oh so glad she’d worn the two-piece swimsuit.

  “But you can’t!” She struggled against him, and he grasped her arms and tugged them behind her, immobilizing her.

  “No? I can do whatever I want to. I’ve conquered your lands. Everything as far as my eyes can see belongs to me now…including you, my spritely little wench. I’ll have you right now.”

  The bikini bottom fell to the floor, and his callused fingers yanked at the ties of the top, freeing her breasts so they swayed sensually with his jerky, rough movements.

  “No. You mustn’t.” Her cunt clenched so tight she thought she might go over the edge. Not now, wench! You’ll ruin it! I’ve waited fucking weeks for this!

  “I care not if you are wed. You are mine now.”

  “Please don’t! I’m a—” Her heart pounded when he jerked her head back by her hair and crushed her lips beneath his.

  The pitch black of the pantry intensified all her other senses. Over the rushing pound of her heart in her ears, she could hear his raspy breath as he ground his lips against hers in a bruising kiss.

  Grace will notice that for sure.

  The Viking released her lips and pulled at his clothing, his rough knuckles rubbing against her ass cheeks. Seconds later, the thick, hard length of his erection was pressed against the cleft of her ass. He was huge! He’d surely split her asunder!

  Whoa, way to get into it, you kinky slut!

  He grasped her butt cheeks in his rough hands and parted them roughly.

  She gasped out the words before it was too late. “I’m a virgin! Please! You will kill me!”

  “Nay! And be quiet! If my men had you, they would kill you with their gigantic Viking cocks. A virgin, you say?”

  She bit her lip to keep from laughing at his overacting. “Yes! Please! I’ll die!”

  He laid an open kiss on her shoulder, and then he lightly bit down with his teeth. In a rough voice he replied, “You will not die. I will have you, but I will be gentle since you claim this is your first time. You will do as I say?”

  Charity had to bite her lip on a hot retort at his insinuation that she wasn’t a virgin. Her pussy was throbbing, and she didn’t want to play-argue. She wanted to be fucked hard by a Viking marauder.

  “Yes,” she whispered in a tremulous voice.

  Placing her hands on the pantry shelf above her, he growled, “You will keep your hands here. If you move them I will tie you up. You must make no sound. If they hear you, my men will come and they will want you too. There is no stopping them when the lust is upon them.”

  Charity’s pussy throbbed because the lust was upon her. “Yes, my lord.”

  “I will tell them all that I have claimed you and they are not to touch you. But I will mean it in truth. You are mine.”

  “Oh, God, yes!”

  Charity heard a trace of amusement in her Viking’s voice that he was obviously fighting to give her the fantasy she’d asked for. “You will serve me and me alone. My wench, to do with as I please.”

  She squirmed in his grasp briefly, fighting to get back in the moment. “Please don’t hurt me.”

  He growled softly as Grace called out, “Charity? Hun? Oh, well.” The pickle jar slid from the counter, and they both let go of the breaths they were holding.

  He rubbed his prickly beard against the juncture of her shoulder and neck and whispered, “Move again and I’ll tie you up.”

  To move, or not to move. That is the question.

  Charity gripped the shelf and tensed up as tight as she could all over.

  “Wench, there is no need to be frightened. My skills are known far and wide in many lands. I will fuck you well. You will like it.”

  “Yes. Then you will lea
ve me ruined, carrying your brat.” Charity bit her lip at the serving wench’s audacity and nearly came when a solid hand landed on her plump ass cheek with a searing pop.

  Oh, fuck! You are brave!

  “Did I not say you are mine? I do not lie. You are comely and I will keep you and take you with me when I leave these lands.” He grasped her cheeks hard and spread them as much as she allowed him to. “Now silence, and take my cock before I decide to not be so easy on you.”

  Her cunt throbbed for him to fill it, but she remained tense and uncooperative, making him do all the work. The blunt head of his cock found her drenched pussy, and he snarled in satisfaction as he plunged into her resistant body with one hard, hot stroke. She jammed a fist in her mouth when her body exploded with orgasm. Fireworks burst behind her eyelids, and she was unaware of whether she made any noise or not as he fucked the daylights out of her.

  Careful of the canned goods on the shelf, she held on and moaned when he reached forward and strummed her clit as he fucked her now more-than-willing body.

  She moved with him, rubbing her clit against his fingertips as he fucked her from behind. His thrusts were so hard that he lifted her to her tiptoes with each one. Deciding to continue playing the wench to please her Viking, Charity whispered, “Oh, my lord. Oh, how you fill me with your enormous cock.”

  Her Viking chuckled in her ear and pressed a kiss against her shoulder. “I told you that you would like it. Your cunt is very tight.” He slowed his strokes noticeably, and she wanted to scream at him. “Did it hurt?”

  “Oh, my lord, you near tore me asunder with your big, hard cock. But ’tis most wonderful filling me now.”

  His abs vibrated against her back, communicating the laughter he withheld. He resumed his tantalizing strokes. “Then prepare yourself for a good, thorough pounding and another wave of your woman’s joy.”

  What the fuck? My woman’s joy? Who has he been talking to?

  She ground against him as her body obeyed his words. Her movements grew tighter and the tension inside her prepared to burst as the wave of her woman’s joy crested.