Box Set: The Divine Creek Ranch Collection, Volume 2 [Book 4 - Rosemary's Double Delight (MFM), Book 5 - Spurs and Heels (MF)] (Siren Publishing Romance Collection)

by Heather Rainier

  “Please, baby, please don’t think that breaking up is the answer. I love you so much. I adore you,” Wes whispered, his voice cracking. “We love you and have wanted you so long. Forgive Evan, for all our sakes. I’ll keep him in line myself. I’ll shove my fist down his throat if I have to. We just got you back. We need you and want you in our lives so much.”

  Evan swiped his tears away with the back of his hand and said, “Rosemary, I’ll let Wes beat the crap out of me, rather than hurting your feelings again. I only want to love you and take care of you.” Judging by the doubtful look on Rosemary’s face, they were not making much headway, and Evan couldn’t blame her. He’d promised to hold his temper in check and not yell at her or embarrass her after the sunbathing incident. His track record was not impressive so far.

  Verifying his thoughts, she asked, “How are you going to make these changes? It’s obvious they aren’t going to happen because we wish them to.”

  “What if I talked to Ethan, Jack, or Adam and asked one of them if I could meet with them and start working stuff out? I imagine they could help me get my head on straight about you. ” At this point, he’d be willing to start seeing a therapist if it would prove to her he was sincere.

  Rosemary nodded. “Yes. But if you’re going to do it, you’ve got to put your heart in it because I’m done warring with you. When you get like you were at the store today, the bitch in me comes out with her claws bared. Having Wes watching us go at each other like that makes it even more painful. I don’t see how we can ever be happy the way we’re going right now. Something needs to change.”

  Evan felt hope kindle in his heart again. “So you’ll give me another chance?”

  Rosemary shook her head. “No. I’ll give us another chance because I’m just as responsible for losing my temper. We have to change something. I know it was love that motivated you this morning, but it was love mixed with pride. I let my mouth run wild right back at you because of my injured pride and embarrassment. We were both wrong.”

  “Rosemary is right. Sometimes it’s like we’re still in fifth grade. We’re supposed to be in love.” Wes gestured between Evan and Rosemary. “You’re supposed to be in love.”

  Rosemary sniffled and nodded then released their hands and rose from the chair. She searched through the cabinet above the coffee pot for some acetaminophen and took a couple then made her coffee.

  Observing her, Wes asked, “You have a headache, baby?”

  Returning to her chair, Rosemary nodded. “Yes, since lunchtime. It was better earlier, but now it’s pounding again. The coffee might help.”

  Wes stroked her shoulders and neck, catching Evan’s eye. She closed her eyes, and he rubbed more thoroughly. “It’s the stress. Why don’t you let us rub your shoulders and back? I’m sure it will help your head. If you stayed the night, I know you’d sleep well on your new bed. You’d feel all better in the morning.” Wes leaned forward and kissed her temple, gesturing with his chin for Evan to come closer. Evan wasn’t so sure this was good timing, but she seemed receptive.

  Rosemary’s eyes popped open, and she chuckled. “You want me to stay so you can take advantage of me.” Wes scooted closer on his chair and drew her into his lap. Evan took a position on her other side.

  Wes kissed her temple again. “I won’t deny that we want you, baby.”

  As Evan swept the hair from her neck and kissed the hollow behind her ear, he murmured, “Let us love you like men instead of boys, and I’ll bet some things would change between us.”

  “You make a fine argument, Evan,” Rosemary murmured.

  His self-discipline was rapidly fading as he nuzzled the silky spot beneath her ear. Her resolve seemed to be fading, too. Was that what she’d waited for? That realization?

  Evan wanted to be sure she knew she had options if this progressed farther. “At least let us rub your back and shoulders, see how it goes from there. If you don’t feel right about it, just tell us and everything stops.” Rosemary looked at him and appeared a little surprised. Yep, Wes wasn’t the only one who could be the voice of reason.

  Her eyes slid closed as he brushed his lip along her jawline and sighed. “I suppose I could,” she replied, and Wes smiled with triumph and relief at Evan over her curly-topped head.

  Wes tilted her chin up and kissed her tenderly. “You remember what it was like the first time? We love you even more now, if that’s possible. We’re more experienced, and we’d make you feel good, baby.”

  Evan’s cock swelled in eager agreement, and he was grateful that Wes had brought it up. Making love to Rosemary was and had been tops on his fantasy to-do list for years. Rosemary moaned as Evan pressed his chest against her back and stroked her hips.

  “Good is an understatement. But don’t remind me you’re more experienced. You’re mine, and I don’t want to share anymore.” The steely tone of her voice was different, new to them, almost dominant. Wes’s nostrils flared, and Evan’s cock grew even harder against her at that utterance. If she wanted to claim them for her own, they were more than willing to oblige her. She looked from one to the other. “I’d like that back rub, if you wouldn’t mind, but I want to shower first.”

  Releasing her, Wes said, “We’ll meet you in your bedroom. There’s massage oil in your bathroom.”

  Rosemary tilted her head at his statement. “You bought me massage oil?”

  Evan nodded, glad she seemed pleased. “Yes. We got you some things from Madeleine’s in case you needed them.”

  Her eyes twinkled mischievously. “Oh? Just in case, huh?”

  Evan grinned. “We believe in being prepared.” He thought of the bottle of lubricant and naughty little toy in her night table drawer that she probably hadn’t seen yet. Yeah, they were a couple of Boy Scouts, always prepared.

  “All I have here is a robe.”

  “Wear it if you want to. We’ll only uncover what you want us to rub, and you don’t have to take it off until you’re ready.” Evan kissed her shoulder, hoping to reassure her. “We want you, Rosemary, all of you. But not unless you’re really ready for us.”

  * * * *

  An ache had been growing and intensifying in Rosemary’s body, their words and the timbre of their voices doing magical things to her insides. Evan’s words made the muscles in her pussy draw up as if they’d been plucked by unseen fingers, and his touch drew a rush of moisture there. Evan and Wes retreated quickly to their bedrooms to shower as well. Walking down the hall to her bedroom, she felt the dampness spreading to her outer lips. Hearing the showers come on in the men’s bathroom, she stripped her clothes from her body. She’d held off from making love with them, waiting for the right time. Now, she finally gave herself permission to live in this moment, however it turned out.

  The hot shower felt so good on the tense muscles of her shoulders. Standing under the spray for at least five minutes, she reveled in the sensation of all the jets in the multiple shower heads. There was motivation enough right here to move in tomorrow. The shower was big enough for three with enough shower heads so that no one was left in the cold. Rosemary heard a knock at the bathroom door, and Evan’s dark head poked in.

  “You okay in here? Need anything?” Evan asked.

  “Actually, I could use shampoo and a bottle of body wash. I didn’t look before I got in.”

  “Can I come in? I’ll get it from the linen closet for you.”

  “Sure. But I’m nekkid,” she replied with a giggle.

  “Mmm, you tempt me, woman.” Evan’s resonant voice sent a bolt of heat straight to her clit. At this rate, they’d have the robe off and her legs spread before she even got to the bed. He brought it to the foggy glass door of the shower and tapped with his knuckle.

  “Here you go.”

  Sliding the door open, she could see that his hair was wet, and his lean hips were wrapped in a bath towel. The towel did nothing to hide his stiff cock, which stood at attention. Biting her lip, she slid the shower door open farther, taking in the sigh
t of him as she offered him the same courtesy. At his groan of appreciation, she glanced up into his bedroom eyes and absently took the bottles he offered. His turbulent brown eyes were half closed, and she’d have to be blind not to see the love and desire that glowed there. The muscles in his jaw looked tense, like he was gritting his teeth together.

  Rosemary watched, entranced, as he reached a hand out to her. A whimper escaped her when the back of his knuckles traced the underside of her breasts, stroking from one to the other over her damp skin. Turning his hand, he cupped her left breast and stroked his callused thumb over her peaked nipple. His raspy touch sent fiery tingles from her nipple straight to her cunt. Even with the hot water running over her, she felt the heated rush of moisture that flooded her pussy, causing her lips to swell in eager arousal at his touch. He removed his hand as if he’d awoken from a trance.

  “Sorry, I’ll let you finish.”

  Shakily, she whispered to him, “I’ll be done in a few minutes.”

  “We’ll be in the bedroom.”

  Before she slid the glass door closed, she said, “You’re good for a girl’s ego, honey.”

  “My pleasure,” he murmured and exited the bathroom. Closing her eyes, she felt the magnetic pull from the bedroom. She moaned as she recalled his touch, and her body flared with aching desire. Her hands shook as she poured the shampoo and smiled at the slow, burning anticipation that flared between her legs.

  When she was ready, she stepped from the bathroom into the walk-in closet and slipped into the sheer, black lace robe she’d placed in there earlier in the day. Feeling sexy as she went into the bedroom, she saw the interest flash in her men’s eyes. Maybe they were expecting a robe that actually covered her up? She savored the sight of them lying diagonally on her bed, both their hips wrapped in towels, their twin erections unmistakable underneath.

  The thought of being penetrated by both at the same time sent a spear of raging lust to her pussy, and her inner muscles clenched in need of being filled.

  A bath sheet lay flat in the center of the mattress, where they wanted her to lie down.

  “How does your head feel?” Wes asked as he patted the towel and helped her into position.

  “It’s a lot better. I love that shower so much.”

  Wes replied, “I’m glad it helped. We have showerheads like those in our shower, as well. They really help on tense muscles.”

  “I think talking things out helped, too. I’m so relieved I’m practically euphoric,” she said as she climbed onto the bed.

  Wes chuckled. “Hmmm. Evan and I haven’t even gotten started yet. Let’s get this pretty thing off.” Wes stroked her breast as he slid his fingers under the lacy edge of her robe. She nodded, kneeling between them. They untied the robe and pulled away the lacy, ruffled edges over her shoulders, revealing her naked flesh underneath. Her cheeks grew hot at the dreamy, appreciative smiles on their faces, and she heard one of them growl low.

  “Wes, look at her bare little pussy.”

  “I’ll bet she’s as smooth as silk. Baby, that’s the prettiest sight. I love your pussy waxed bare.”

  “I prefer it that way, too. Glad you approve.” More heat blossomed in her pussy as she watched their eyes glaze over a little with lust. Self-consciously, she licked her lips.

  Wes’s erection twitched beneath the towel around his hips, and she heard him groan in response.

  Evan drew the robe away from her and whispered, “Why don’t you lie down and get comfortable?” She noticed he bit his lower lip as he looked her nude body over.

  Both men lay down on either side of her and stroked her with their soothing, work-roughened hands. As his hand caressed her abdomen, Wes murmured in her ear, “Baby, with you naked like this, we’re going to be hard pressed to not make love to you tonight. Are you sure you want this?”

  “I still want my massage,” she said, giggling playfully as she turned onto her stomach. “But I want more, too. I won’t expect you to stop. You, too, Evan. I love you, and I want to be yours tonight.”

  “You’re trembling,” Evan murmured, his hand smoothing over her shoulder blade and down her back, setting off a flurry of shivers. “Are you sure?”

  She nodded then replied, looking up into Evan’s eyes, “It’s a big step. Once I have you, I don’t see how I could give you up. If I lose you, it’ll break my heart, and that scares me.”

  Evan leaned forward and brushed his full lips against hers. “We’re yours, Rosemary, now and forever. We only want to love you and make you happy.”

  As Wes kissed her shoulder, he whispered, “Get comfortable, baby, and let us rub your back. We’ll see what happens.”

  Chapter Eight

  Wes smiled at Evan when Rosemary closed her eyes and got comfortable. He poured the massage oil into Evan’s hands and his own. A light, citrus scent filled the air as they smoothed the oil on her creamy skin, starting at her shoulders.

  Wes observed Evan, mirroring his motions across her shoulders and up and down her spine to her lower back. It pleased him that Evan went slowly and took his time stroking her. Wes grimaced when she moaned as they reached a reactive spot above her tailbone that made her arch her back and tip her ass up slightly.

  Taking it slow, they massaged every inch of skin, including the arches of her feet and her toes, which made her moan again. Wes noticed Rosemary was panting quietly when they parted her legs and worked their way back up to their true destination. Wes glanced at Evan, and they stopped short of touching the slightly opened, wet lips that lay at the juncture of her thighs and firmly massaged her derriere first, drawing extra blood-flow through the area to make her more sensitive for their lovemaking. Rosemary groaned in bliss, showing she enjoyed each steady, solid stroke by tilting her sweet little ass up into their hands. Wes groaned as further evidence of her pleasure seeped in droplets from her pussy. He looked up and noticed Evan’s eyelids slide shut as he clearly fought for control.

  Wes got Evan’s attention before going further, gestured at his mouth, and held up one finger. He pointed at Evan and held up two fingers then pointed at her. This let him know Wes wanted to taste her pussy first but Evan would be the first to make love to her. Evan smiled and nodded, looking grateful. Jack had suggested they develop a system so they could communicate non-verbally when making love to her. That way she didn’t have to listen to them jockey for position, thus ruining the mood.

  Wes patted her ass and said, “We’re going to turn you now, baby, and finish your massage. So far so good?”

  Rosemary replied with a sexy, affirmative sound and turned on the bath sheet for them. Her cheeks were rosy, and she looked more than a little aroused, if they were judging by her hardened nipples and the breathless quality of her voice. Wes noticed she was wet, her bare lips flushed and pink, and slick moisture flowed from her cunt. Her hips undulated as Evan’s fingertips stroked her abdomen briefly.

  Evan groaned and closed his eyes, swallowing convulsively. Wes noticed both of their hands were shaking now. She gazed up at them with half-closed eyes. He poured more oil in Evan’s hands and his own and then rubbed them together.

  Rosemary asked, “That’s a pretty scent. What is it?”

  Evan checked the bottle. “It’s Orange Blossom. I’m glad you like it.”

  Rosemary sighed as they smoothed the oil over her abdomen and down the fronts of her legs before massaging it in. Once they reached her toes, they reversed, working slowly up her inner calves and thighs. They rubbed her upper chest and shoulders then worked it into her abdomen and belly. Each man smoothed the oil upward and over the swell of her full breasts, mirroring each other’s movements, saving her peaked, rosy nipples for last. Rosemary cried out and shuddered when at last they touched them with their finger tips, panting as they continued. Judging by the sexy sounds she made, she wanted to come already, and they hadn’t even touched her pussy yet.

  Wes nodded at Evan and grinned when Evan rolled his eyes in relief, and they both bent down to her nipp
les. Crying out sharply when their mouths closed over her nipples at the same time, Rosemary arched her back into them, increasing the pressure as their tongues laved over her succulent flesh. As he suckled on her nipple, he felt her slide her hand around his bicep and hold on to him. Wes hoped she knew he wanted to be there for her to hold on to, always. Her panting cries increased, and after a minute, they both finally released her with a light pop.

  Licking his lips, Wes murmured, “Rosemary tastes like orange blossom now, too, doesn’t she, Evan?”

  Evan sounded in need as he replied, “She sure does. I could make a meal out of her.”

  Their hands strayed down to her hips, and she shuddered adorably then whimpered in anticipation. Wes lightly feathered his fingers over her mound at the top of her slit. Rosemary hissed at the contact and held on to his bicep harder, and he could feel her trembling. Wes stroked lightly over her silken, damp outer lips, teasing her slit as Evan bent down to her and kissed her lips, stroking her lower lip with the tip of his tongue until she parted them for him.

  Wes lifted one of her smooth, silky thighs, to move between them, and fingered her inner lips, which were pink and swollen. Her scent rose to his nostrils and made his mouth water for a taste of her, but he held off. He wanted to explore and knew he wouldn’t be able to take just one taste. Parting her delicate lips, he could see her clitoris was also engorged and begging for attention. He could hear Evan whispering to Rosemary between kisses. Wes petted her cunt and stroked a single finger into her opening before retreating, teasing her again as she groaned against Evan’s lips. Wes tortured her with light, little caresses until she moaned in frustration. Rosemary shuddered in bliss when he slid two fingers into her snug little pussy and began a slow pumping rhythm. Her hips flexed against him in trembling counterpoint to the motion, and he felt her pussy draw tighter on his fingers.