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

  “Not necessarily, Evan. You give more than you realize.”

  “Thank you, but hear me out. When you want time alone with Wes, you don’t need to make excuses to me or try to smooth it over with me. I loved our time alone in San Antonio. Well, except for the old ladies peeking in our keyhole. I could’ve done without all that, but I want you to feel free to spend time alone with him, too.”

  “I’ve been thinking about that a lot. I guess we’re past the adjustment to being a threesome, and we need to move on to the ‘three-equal-partners’ phase, although it’s hardly equal when one of the partners risks a butt-whooping when she steps out of line.” Rosemary giggled as she turned on her hip and rubbed her ass. “My booty still tingles.”

  Evan rubbed her offended tush and said, “Well, maybe we’ll have to do some delayed aftercare later. Would you like to stay the night?”

  “Yes, but I’d like to spend it with Wes, like you suggested,” she said, looking hopeful.

  “It feels really weird to approve because I’ll miss you, but that sounds like the right thing to do.” His cock vehemently disagreed. But that’s what cold showers and hand jobs were for.

  “I brought my things for an overnight stay, just in case. Grace thought I should come and plan to stay until we had it all worked out between us.”

  “What would we do without her and those men?” Evan hated to even think about it. “We’d be lost, plain and simple.” Still fumbling around, or worse.

  Evan didn’t tell Rosemary, but he’d talked to Grace earlier that afternoon also. When he’d seen her phone number on his caller ID, he’d been prepared to receive a silver-tongued brow beating. Evan was glad now that he’d answered her call. She hadn’t said much of anything about the spanking one way or another. Grace had seemed more concerned about how he was feeling about it than whether or not it had happened.

  Grace had also mentioned to Evan how much it helped when she spent time alone with Jack, Ethan, and Adam. It had strengthened their individual relationships, not divided them or put the other relationships out of balance. As a result, it made their whole family stronger. She’d made time to be alone with each of them from the beginning, which he and Wes had not done with Rosemary. Any time they’d gotten with her, up until this point, they had shared equally with her because her leisure time was a little scarce.

  Rosemary’s stomach grumbled loudly. Evan lifted her off the bed and held her in his arms. “Time to feed you, Rosemary. I’m sorry I made you cry.”

  “I forgive you, Evan. I love you.” Rosemary hugged him tight, snuggling close to him. “I’m sorry, too.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Wes placed the lid over the skillet and wondered how the conversation was going in Rosemary’s bedroom. He felt confident that Evan would work everything out with her because he knew Evan really loved her.

  Most of her doubts about their relationship had been laid to rest, minus today’s little blip on the radar. Not that he held that completely against Evan. She’d placed herself in a dangerous situation that could’ve had serious repercussions, so he’d agreed with his brother about what needed to happen. Rosemary had always had a reckless streak. Maybe that was because they’d always been there to save her. A wry smile came to his lips. He couldn’t think of anyplace he’d rather be.

  Hearing the door open down the hallway, Wes smiled. That hadn’t taken long at all.

  “Mmm, something smells yummy in here.” Rosemary trotted into the kitchen and wrapped her arms around his neck when he bent down to her. He lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around him as he nuzzled into her fragrant throat.

  “Mmm, something smells yummy in here, too.” Wes held her close and pressed his lips against her luscious neck. His cock agreed, judging by the way it stood up and took lascivious notice.

  “I meant to eat, silly!” She giggled when he headed south to the cleavage revealed as Evan’s robe slipped open and then nuzzled deeper, growling hungrily.

  “So did I,” Wes murmured as he looked up and met Evan’s eyes over her shoulder. Evan had a relaxed grin on his face, and he used sign language to convey that he would be in his bedroom, allowing them some alone time before supper.

  Feeling like a little kid let loose in a candy factory, Wes planted Rosemary on the marble countertop. Grasping the belt of the robe, Wes pulled it loose and pushed open the front of the robe as he parted her knees and stepped between them. No longer giggling, she watched him through half-lidded eyes as he drew her to the edge of the counter against him.

  Rosemary wrapped her calves wrapped around his hips and slid her fingers into his hair. Unsnapping the front clasp of her black lace bra, he pushed it away so that he could hold her lush breasts in his hands and feast and suckle on them one at a time. His cock jumped at the first low moan from her. He buried his face in her satiny cleavage and held her plastered to him.

  Her rasping sighs were like music to his ears, and his cock tingled with need at the sound. While he kissed her breasts, he held her around the waist with one arm, lifted her, and hooked the back waistband of her lacy panties with the other hand and pulled them off. He pulled away from her only long enough to get them over her knees and flung them away.

  “You intoxicate me, Rosemary. I want you.”

  They were both panting as he pressed her to lie down on the empty countertop. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyelids slid closed as he slid his hands up her thighs in a lingering caress, sliding over her hipbones and ribcage to her breasts again. She looked incredibly decadent and sexy, laid out for him like that, ready to be devoured. Her pussy glistened, and her lips parted as she squirmed under his light strokes. He longed to fit his cock to her cunt and plunge in with one solid stroke.

  “Sometimes I feel like I’ve wanted you my whole life, Rosemary.”

  Wes pressed his lips to her bare, baby-soft mound, and she breathed out a high-pitched moan. From his vantage point, he could easily catch the scent of her arousal. He kissed his way down to her slit.

  He brushed his lower lip against her pussy. “Part of me wanted to die when I couldn’t have you, baby. It was worse than just waiting for you because I knew what it felt like to make love to you.”

  Rosemary panted ecstatically, and he kissed her lips and then slid his tongue into the slick flesh within her slit. The sweet tang of her juices was like ambrosia on his tongue. She trembled beneath him as he teased her clit, her hips surging against him in invitation as he petted her and slid his fingers around her entrance. He rested her thighs on his shoulders, and her heels pressed into his back, trying to draw him closer to her.

  “I want to make up for all the nights we spent apart. I want to be inside you and never leave.”

  Rosemary didn’t speak, but then again, she didn’t need to. Her juices dripped from her pussy, and her trembling increased as he once again slid his tongue between her lips, tasting her and then sliding over her clit. He watched close up as he laved the reactive little bundle of nerves, flicking the tender little hood of flesh that covered it, loving the way she shuddered as her pussy quivered for him, visual evidence of her arousal, small though it was. His cock ached to feel her little pulses, too.

  She inhaled deeply, and Wes knew she’d scream as he closed his lips around her clit and suckled, increasing the suction bit by bit until her moans turned into sobs then her sobs turned into screams as her orgasm broke all around her. Her fingers slid roughly through his hair, and she held the back of his head like she didn’t want him to pull away from her yet.

  Silly girl, he wasn’t going anywhere.

  He released her clit, allowing her to come down only slightly before he slid a finger into her entrance, and her back arched, and she moaned again. He slid another finger inside her and stroked her G-spot. He touched lightly at first, listening to her breathing and paying attention to the way she moved. When she was ready, he increased the pressure and began strumming her clit again with his thumb.

  Rosemary moved her hips rhythmica
lly against his hand, and he watched in fascination as she tensed, smiling angelically, and came for him again. Her upper body was flushed from her earlier orgasm, but her cheeks blushed a darker rose as her lips parted on a blissful moan. He applied more pressure to her clit and continued strumming her G-spot, knowing it was a matter of seconds before her third orgasm came. His dick pulsed with a hungry ache as he watched her. He had to consciously hold back his burning release.

  She arched her back and went completely still. Her pussy flooded honey in his hand, and he knew that it had broken over her hard when, a split second later, she released an ear-piercing scream followed by several seconds of high-pitched sobs that were heart wrenching to listen to in their intense vulnerability. He licked up every satisfying drop of honeyed cream she gave him.

  He promised himself hours of decadent revelry inside her later and didn’t take her against the kitchen counter like the beast inside him wanted to. He’d save that for his bed and the quiet solitude of his room.

  Trying to catch her breath, Rosemary held onto him and lay quietly. Wes released her thighs after he was done and gently lifted her noodle-limp body, holding her against his chest. Her eyes were dazed as she looked at him, sighed dreamily, and cuddled to him.

  Softly, she said, “I hope dinner’s not burned.”

  “I turned it down low before you came in here. Are you hungry?”

  Rosemary chuckled, “Maybe in a few minutes. Right now sensation is all centered below the waist and it’s all goo-ood.”

  “Damn, I’ll say. Better than good.”

  She reached inside her robe and laughed as he appreciatively watched her jiggle her generous breasts back into her bra. “What? Gotta get the girls nice and even.”

  Helping to close her robe and tie the belt, Wes lifted Rosemary down from the counter and held her to him, whispering and stroking her back and hair. He didn’t release her until her legs no longer wobbled under her.

  “Where did my panties get to?”

  “I don’t know. I’m sure they’re around here somewhere.”

  “I’ll go get dressed.”

  He pulled her to him again before she left the kitchen and kissed her then whispered, “I want you tonight, Rosemary. That was just an appetizer.”

  * * * *

  Wes had no doubt that Evan had heard Rosemary’s screams earlier. Both he and Evan loved that she didn’t hide her pleasure from them, and he looked forward to round two later that evening. True to his word, Evan retreated to his bedroom to watch a movie after they shared the evening meal.

  Wes found her in her bathtub, up to her chin in scented bubbles. Rosemary’s eyes twinkled as she murmured invitingly, “Join me?”

  “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

  “But I must warn you, my bubbles may make you girly-scented.” She giggled playfully as she ogled him while he stripped.

  “I think my masculinity can withstand your ‘girly-scented’ assault just fine. Come here.” He joined her in the tub and sat on the contoured seat with the whirlpool jets pointed at his lower back. His cock reared up as soon as she settled her curvy fanny across his thighs.

  “How is your bottom feeling this evening? Any pain or marks? Stand up for a second.”

  She complied and said, “It’s still tender when I sit on it but not painful.” She wiggled her ass at him after he’d made sure there were no marks left behind.

  “Good. That’s why we warm it up before a spanking. So that it won’t be as sore, and so you won’t have marks. We don’t want that.” He hummed in admiration at her enticing little wiggle, grasped her hips, and held her still while he licked, nipped, and kissed her ass cheeks. “We adore this little ass so much, baby.”

  “Hmph. There’s nothing little about my ass.” She giggled as he pulled her back down onto his lap, one hand grasping and squeezing each cheek.

  “It’s two perfect handfuls. Ask Evan and he’ll tell you exactly the same thing. We love it bobbing and swaying when you walk away, we love it wiggling when you dance, and mmm, we love to hold on to it when we’re making love to you. It’s perfect.”

  “Thank you.” She sloshed around and turned in his lap so she was straddling his hips, facing him. He massaged her ass and leaned back against the sloped side of the tub, enjoying the feel of her as she settled against his chest, fitted perfectly with him.

  Playing with a curl that had come loose from her clip, he asked, “Is there a reason we haven’t eloped yet? I know you aren’t afraid of commitment, but is there something that still has you unsure about us?” His palms traced up and down her ribs.

  Rosemary shook her head. “No, not now. I wanted to wait until after the Christmas season, that’s all. The end of January or beginning of February would be a great time. Grand Cayman should be perfect then. I’m also going to cut my hours and delegate some of my responsibilities to others. I talked to Randy about it before I came over this afternoon.”

  Wes knew this was a big deal to her, though she spoke of it nonchalantly.

  “We don’t expect you to quit your job. That’s your family’s store. We know it’s important to you.”

  “The store has been my life for too long. Randy understood, and right after the holidays, we’ll start making adjustments. I’ll still be there in my usual capacity during November and December, but I won’t take on extra hours.”

  “You’re sure this is what you want?” The last thing he wanted was for her to feel like she had to make a choice between them and the store.

  “Yeah. I need more time with the two of you than my hours allow right now. Before, the store was my home, so I didn’t mind. Now, you and Evan are my home.”

  The idea that she wanted to spend more time with them pleased Wes greatly, and he knew Evan would feel the same.

  “I’m relieved that the timing with the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays is the only issue.”

  “It really is. Actually, I’ve been thinking that I might go ahead and move over here. I’d need to—”

  “I’ll go get boxes right now,” Wes said enthusiastically. “We have two trucks, and we can have you moved in one day. Say the word, baby. We’re so ready for you to be with us. Just say when.”

  Rosemary threw her arms around him and hugged him hard. “Good. My deposit will pay the penalty for breaking the lease early. You can move me this weekend if you have time.”

  “We’ll make time. Hot damn, wait until Evan finds out.”

  “Wait until the girls find out!”

  “We’re going to love having you over here, permanently,” Wes murmured, his mood shifting as he drew her to him and kissed her. His lips brushed hers, and she tilted into his kiss, teasing his lower lip with the tip of her tongue. He plundered her mouth, sealing his lips to hers, his tongue dueling with hers in a teasing game of give and take until she was breathless. His cock was hard against her mound, and she grasped it gently, causing him to shudder in pleasure.

  “Are you done with your soak, baby, because I’m ready to make love to you right now.” His cock was throbbing to be inside her. He had to still her hand from moving on his cock because he wanted to come so badly.

  Rosemary stood in the tub, and he smiled up at her as the hot water cascaded down her body. Using a wash cloth, she rinsed all the bubbles off, keeping her eyes on him as she did this, smiling at his obvious enjoyment. A seductive smile lit her face as he rose from the water, and she could see how big and hard he’d gotten while watching her. No question about it, his cock wanted to go home, right now.

  Still smiling, the little minx turned her back to him and leaned over a little, grasping the side of the tub, making sure he got a nice, long glimpse of her pussy as she climbed carefully from the slippery tub onto the mat and toweled off. He opened the drain and followed her out. She hung up her towel and meandered out to her bedroom, taking her time while he watched her swaying ass hungrily. Finally, he’d had enough, and he snuck up behind her and lifted her squealing in his arms and tossed her on
the bed.

  He crawled over her like a jungle cat about to pounce, and she asked, “Did you light candles?”

  “I don’t want to make love to you in the dark. I want to see you while I fuck you.”

  She stretched both arms over her head and rested them above her, sliding her fingers seductively into her hair. “Me, too.”

  He glanced over at their reflection in the free-standing, full-length mirror that had been repositioned beside her dresser. “That’s also been arranged.”

  She smiled at his reflection in the mirror and then looked at him. “Clever man, to plan ahead so thoroughly.”

  “I’m glad you had a nap this afternoon because we’re going to lose some sleep tonight.”

  Wes made love to Rosemary that night with a slow, burning intensity that he felt sure would send him to the borderlands of insanity. He drove her over the edge three times, using his tongue, his fingers, and even the tip of his nose before he ever even let her see his cock. He took her orally, vaginally, and in a final, overwhelming crescendo, he took her anally because she begged him to while he teased her with a vibrating dildo. That time, when she came she couldn’t hold back the howling scream that erupted from her throat.

  He wasn’t satisfied until she’d come six times, and then he’d poured his burning release into her ass as her pussy spasmed on the dildo with climax number seven. By the time he was finished, her limbs were the equivalent of overcooked spaghetti. After he cleaned and tucked her in, he’d taken a quick shower himself then rejoined her in the bed.

  Amazingly, Rosemary was still awake, and once he settled beside her, she snuggled to him, scooching as close as she could. Finally, he chuckled and pulled her on top of him. She sighed happily and tucked her head under his chin. They talked until late into the night, whispering and laughing, making plans and sharing their dreams.