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

  Evan increased his efforts, flicking and licking her clit with an unwavering intensity that had her wailing. He added another finger to the one already sliding in and out of her pussy. With the added fullness, her pussy clamped down on his fingers, and her back arched off of Wes’s chest as hitching cries of rapture erupted from her throat as they both helped her ride the pulses of her orgasm until she was finished.

  Somehow through the lovely haze of satiation, Rosemary noticed that the mood had shifted between the three of them. She opened her eyes halfway and gazed into Evan’s eyes. Looking at her with an inexplicable mix of rapture and pain in his eyes, he stroked her abdomen before he laid his face on it.

  His voice broke as he whispered, “I’m sorry, Rosemary, Wes. So sorry. I was selfish and impatient. How can you allow me to touch you, Rosemary? After the way I hurt you. Wes, how can you want me anywhere near you, much less want me in your marriage?”

  Wes placed his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Because I love you, Evan. You’re my brother. Because Rosemary loves you, needs you, and can’t be happy without both of us. I’m sorry, too. It might have been different if we’d not given in to temptation when you brought Rita home that first time. It felt hopeless then, and we thought the other was all we had left. Our reason for waiting was gone.”

  Rosemary reached out as Evan turned his face to her abdomen again, clutching her hips. She stroked her fingers through his thick, brown hair then lifted his chin so she could see his eyes.

  She knew the blame wasn’t all his. “Evan, I’m sorry we gave in to temptation, too. You must’ve felt like the door had been slammed right in your face. The wasted years are the saddest part for me because I wanted to marry you as soon as we graduated from college. But at least we’re no longer wasting time.”

  “But the biggest share of blame is mine, Rosemary. Because I was a horny, selfish bastard, I forced your hand. Watching you come apart so beautifully for us now, I was struck with how little I deserve to be here at all. You never gave up on me. I don’t deserve any of this, any part of you. Every moan, every cry from you tonight, I didn’t deserve to hear any of them.” Her heart throbbed for him, for the guilt she could see in his sincere eyes.

  “You and I could debate that point all evening, Evan. But the fact still remains that I believe I deserve you. I’m spoiled that way, thanks to you both.” She stroked Wes’s arm as he caressed the underside of her breast. “I think it’s time you fully forgave yourself because we forgive you.” Rosemary stroked his cheek with the back of her fingers.

  There was a time when she’d fantasized about him coming to apologize with tears in his eyes. She’d dreamed of looking down at him and gloating because he’d finally realized his mistake. Now, she just wanted to move on and forget about the past.

  Evan nodded, his head dipping to kiss the top of her mound. He stroked her leg a final time. “I’m going to take a shower. You and Wes can have some time to yourself that way.” With that said, he climbed from the bed without having achieved his own release.

  Rosemary’s brows drew together in concern as she watched Evan stride from the bedroom. A few seconds later, they heard the shower in the other bathroom turn on as they both lay there in confusion.

  She turned to Wes and asked, “What? What just happened, Wes? We weren’t finished.” Stroking Wes’s chest, she added, “Not that I mind alone time with you. We haven’t had that opportunity yet, but… what just happened?”

  Wes inhaled deeply and then released the breath, ruffling her black curls that were still lying on his chest. “Baby, if I had to hazard a guess, I’d say that was a powerful realization, and this is his way of punishing himself.”

  Rosemary wanted Evan to come back and make love with them, not punish himself because of the guilt he still obviously suffered from. “But I don’t need or want that from him. It’s been almost two months since we’ve gotten back together. Why now? Everything has been going so well. Why is he doing this now?”

  Wes shrugged and stroked her abdomen with his palm. “I guess he’s going to need longer to deal with the guilt he feels. Do you want me to go get him?”

  “No, he’s started his shower, and I don’t want him to feel forced.” Looking up at Wes, she added, “But I think I’m going to need to spend some time alone with him. Would that bother you?”

  Wes hugged her and caressed her abdomen again, his fingertips slowly tracing down to her mound. “I think we could work out a chance for the two of you to have some time together. You should expect one-on-one attention without having to ask for permission.” Wes pressed his lips to her shoulder as his fingertip dipped through the slippery wet folds of her pussy, and she felt herself clutch on his rough fingertip.

  “Wes,” she moaned

  Wes slid a couple of fingers through her wet slit and groaned. “We’ll talk about that more, later. Would you let me fuck this little pussy right now?”

  “After you asked so sweetly? Fuck me, Wes. That’s what I need right now.” Sitting up, she allowed him to climb from behind her. She lay back on the pillows, and he moved between her thighs. He looked down at her with raw lust in his eyes as she spread her thighs slowly for him. She slid her foot up his bare thigh before carefully stroking the pads of her toes down his hot, stiff erection. He hissed and pressed her foot against him more firmly.

  In a rough, sexy voice he whispered, “Woman, what you do to me.” He thrust his erection against her arch. “Incredible.”

  He grasped each ankle and raised them until her thighs were straight up, her knees slightly bent. He pushed them back until her ass was slightly raised off of the mattress, and then he lowered his face to her dripping wet slit. He growled, and her pussy convulsed again when his hot tongue traced her slit. He teased her clit with the barest hint of contact.

  Slowly, he bent her knees farther back to her sides, spreading her so her inner lips parted open, baring every part of her to him, from her hooded clit, to her cream-covered entrance. Wes tilted his head and licked and kissed her pussy lips, and then he rested her feet back on the mattress, lifted her hips slightly, and groaned in bliss as he slid into her flooded pussy until he was sunk to the hilt inside of her. She whimpered in pleasure as he stilled and nuzzled his lips over her neck and down to her collarbone.

  “I love your sweet, silky pussy,” Wes murmured.

  Wrapping her legs around him, Rosemary grasped his shoulders as she slowly undulated on his cock. He slid his forearm under her hips so that his hand grasped her ass then slid the other forearm under her back and shoulders. Doing that increased the pressure his body already exerted on her mound. It also pressed her clit harder against his pelvic bone, and her pussy started throbbing and pulsating. She felt encompassed and consumed by him.

  Rosemary held on to Wes as he began thrusting hard, every stroke feeling like it went as deep as it was possible for him to go. She moaned and cried out in sobbing cries as the most mind-bending orgasm she’d ever had loomed over her. His thrusts increased in speed and intensity, and her orgasm rolled over her as she screamed her ecstasy until she was sure his ears would ring for the rest of the day.

  * * * *

  Evan toweled dry after stepping from the shower. He heard the unmistakable sounds of Wes and Rosemary fucking across the hallway, pausing unashamedly to listen as his bastard of a cock hardened even more. He hadn’t touched it while he was in the shower, feeling that he deserved no release for what he’d done to them both. It was sort of fucking stupid when he thought about it. It had been almost two months since their reunion, and he should be over the guilt by now. He thought he was, but it had slammed into him, stronger than ever as she’d screamed her earlier release for him.

  He’d realized how little he deserved her cries of pleasure. His cock twitched painfully as he listened to Rosemary peak across the hall. He smiled, able to tell by her sounds that Wes was giving it to her just right.

  Her whimpering, sobbing cries gained intensity. The decadent, wet sounds of se
x easily heard between her cries. His cock begged and throbbed for a touch, for action of some sort. It was his own fault he felt this way. All those wasted years because his cock needed satisfaction and found it briefly in all the free pussy Rita had initially flung his way.

  Evan had fucked Rita every chance he got. It was too late by the time he realized that what she was giving him wasn’t satisfying the soul-deep craving inside him. It wasn’t Rosemary he was making love to, and it wasn’t real love that he was feeling. When he’d finally had that realization, he was already married. He’d trusted Rita implicitly, and while she milked his stupid, ravenous cock for him, she’d also milked him of every penny he’d earned plus incurred debt to satisfy her craving for new things and a grander lifestyle.

  He was drawn back to the present as Rosemary let loose with an ear-splitting, rapturous scream. In shameful weakness, he fisted his cock. He could blame the horny bastard all he wanted, but he knew it was connected to his brain and he’d given his self-control over to it. A habit he wasn’t proud of. He stroked hard twice, hearing Wes’s satisfied roar as he came, and Evan’s own cum jetted explosively in stinging, hot bursts, splashing on the mirror and the countertop.

  Fucking bastard. He couldn’t even give himself the punishment he knew he still deserved. His cock still controlled him. Feeling light-headed from his release, he cleaned up the mess he’d made, listening to her sobbing breaths and moans as she cried out with an aftershock. Rosemary was so responsive. She loved them both so much.

  He heard Wes’s voice as he spoke quietly to her and the soft sound of a wet kiss in the ensuing quiet. He remembered another time, years before, when he’d walked in on them in such a moment. Refusing to intrude on them now, he slipped silently to his bedroom and dressed before moving down the hall and into the kitchen to start supper.

  That night, the three of them sat quietly at the kitchen table eating. Evan smiled at the look of bliss on Rosemary’s face. Her cheeks were flushed, and she had a happy, peaceful look in her eyes.

  Evan could see the questions in her eyes when she looked at him, but even then, she didn’t seem put out or worried about his withdrawal from their love play earlier. She seemed accepting of him and his feelings, whatever they were.

  There was a time in the past when she would not have been able to let it go. She’d have wanted to hammer it out and pick it apart, pissing him off in the process. Now, she let him have his space and enjoyed her endorphin-induced euphoria. Evan wished for time alone with her so he could be on that page, too.

  Wes provided the perfect opportunity when he spoke a moment later. “You know, I’ve been thinking about the Texas Home Builder’s Show in San Antonio at the end of this month. Evan, why don’t we get an extra entry pass for Rosemary and bring her along? I checked online, and The Crystal Rose Bed and Breakfast has an opening that weekend. We could make a romantic getaway out of it. Only one of us needs to be at the exhibit booth, anyway, so we could make time to spend alone with her, take her on the Riverwalk or shopping.”

  Rosemary appeared delighted. “Oh! That sounds like fun.” Rosemary turned hopeful eyes to Evan. “I’d love to have some alone time with you. I haven’t been to the Riverwalk in years. What do you think, Evan? Could we?”

  Evan smiled indulgently at her, knowing full well he’d give her whatever she asked for. “I think it’s a great idea. Watching your beautiful face right now, though, I think we might wind up abandoning our exhibit in favor of indulging your every whim. If you think you can get the time off from work, why don’t you plan on it.”

  Rosemary responded enthusiastically, and after the supper dishes were cleared and the kitchen tidied up, they went online and booked the Bridal Suite at The Crystal Rose in the King William District near downtown San Antonio.

  Chapter Twelve

  Late September…

  Rosemary giggled when Wes and Evan groped her ass simultaneously as they followed her into the bed and breakfast bridal suite. “Did you see the look on that woman’s face when we left the dining room and headed upstairs together?”

  Evan scoffed. “Looked like someone shoved a corncob up her ass.”

  Rosemary didn’t understand why she’d stared so disgustedly at them. They’d behaved themselves like grown, responsible adults, eating in relaxed silence, sharing quiet conversation. No footsy, no hanky-panky, no nothing. Anybody could’ve watched them as they ate and left the dining room and safely assumed they rented two separate rooms upstairs and not the bridal suite, which comprised the whole third floor. They’d both taken a hand as she climbed the stairs, but that had been their only hint at a threesome.

  Wes gazed at her with bedroom eyes as he approached and murmured, “Wait till she hears you scream later when we make you come again and again and—”

  “Again,” Evan said as he slid in behind her. Wes pressed against her front, enclosing her in their masculine heat.

  She couldn’t resist the teasing little wiggle that rubbed her breasts against Wes’s chest and her ass against Evan’s bulging groin. “Hold on, cowboys. Before we get started, I brought a little something along with me that I want to model for you first, after my shower. Do you mind?”

  “No, not at all.” Wes chuckled. “Just get a move on it. We’re randy and ready for you.” Then he gave her ass cheeks a squeeze as they released her. She looked back at him and giggled then closed herself in the bathroom.

  Sighing happily, Rosemary pulled out the little babydoll nightie she’d hidden on a hanger in the back of her garment bag. She held it up and admired the sheer fabric then hung it on the towel bar before running water in the huge bathtub. Stripping out of the clothes she’d worn on the trip over to San Antonio, she slipped into the steamy water, sighing in contentment.

  Wes’s voice came through the door. “You all right in there, baby? Need any help?”

  “I’m fine. I don’t want you to see my little surprise until it’s on me. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” She bathed, giggling at their impatience, then rinsed off, toweled dry, and applied some of the lotion they’d bought for her.

  Every time she pictured those two big, strong men standing in the midst of all the girlie lotions, body washes and other potions at Madeleine’s Day Spa, sniffing samples, it made her feel special because she knew that was so far out of their comfort zone. They could hover appreciatively over an open can of varnish, extolling its virtues over another. Orange Blossom versus Camellia Sunrise, not so much. She appreciated the effort.

  Slipping the sheer babydoll on, Rosemary turned to admire herself in the full-length mirror. It was perfect. The nightie was made from a sheer woven fabric that was embroidered all over with pink roses and had pretty ruffled edging at the hem and satin ribbons for shoulder straps. Her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric and so was her bare mons since she opted to leave the tiny G-string off.

  She’d gone to Madeleine’s earlier in the week for her regular waxing appointment and was feeling particularly sensitive and sexy in that area, if the moisture that was already seeping from her slit was a trustworthy indicator. After running a wide-tooth comb through her tight curls for a softer, more romantic look, she opened the door. Wes and Evan were already on the bed, undressed and completely ready for her.

  Wes spoke as he reached out for her. “Well, don’t you look like a little treat. Come here and let us see this little thing you have on.”

  Evan murmured as she turned for them. “She’s wrapped up like a little piece of candy, isn’t she?” Rosemary could clearly see their cocks as she came closer. Both men were fully erect and looked ready. Her pussy tingled, and her nipples hardened, standing out against the sheer nightie. Evan’s eyes appeared a little glazed as he stared at her bare pussy. She felt sexy and powerful, and her heart soared with desire for them, to please them.

  Wes rested his head on his hand and gazed at her with admiration. “Baby, you’re lovely tonight. So beautiful.”

  “Thank you,” she whispered. “I’m glad
you like it.”

  Rosemary’s heart ached with love for them as they lay there gazing up at her. Candles flickered nearby, casting golden, dancing illumination around the room. Skimming her fingertips over their heavily muscled chests and shoulders, Rosemary trembled with desire when she felt their hands at her thighs as they lifted the hem of her nightie and slowly drew it from her. Hyper aware of the cottony fabric as it slid over her peaked nipples, she lifted her arms so they could remove it and lay it aside. Her pussy ached with desire for them, both of them.

  Rosemary knew eventually they’d get to that point in their relationship and had gotten together with Grace recently. Grace had talked with frankness to her about having sex with both men at once and what Rosemary could do to prepare herself for it.

  Using the plugs the last couple of weeks had helped her get used to the sensation of invasion and to not fight it. Rosemary had found the slight pinch of pain that accompanied the invasion of the lubricated plug in her ass to be incredibly erotic and had enjoyed going about her routine with that pleasant buzz of arousal in the back of her mind.

  Gazing into their eyes now, she knew this was that moment. “Would you like to both make love to me together? I’m ready.”

  Wes and Evan glanced at each other, their faces a delightful mixture of relief and hot desire. Oh, yeah. They had a plan all right. Rosemary smiled at their enthusiasm as Wes rose from the bed and returned with a hand towel from the bathroom and a bottle of lubricant from a suitcase.

  Evan stroked her ribcage and must’ve felt her tremble. “Rosemary, are you sure you’re ready? We don’t want you to feel rushed. You know the idea of doing this with you makes us a little crazy, but we want you to take this step because it’s what you want and not because you’re having mercy on us. We’ll wait as long as we need to.”