Three Hearts Beat as One (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Karen Mercury

  “Devin, I’m going to stay on top of Emilio Castillo until this culprit is apprehended. We’ll make sure you’re remunerated for your losses.”

  Lacey butted in. “It’s not that hard to figure out, Mayor. Ben Pearson is responsible. Cal said he was at our store yesterday purchasing turpentine.”

  “Is that so?” Mayor Alessi was inordinately interested in this. He spoke at Devin as though he were a priest, in hushed, reverent tones. “Ben Pearson, eh? Well, give Castillo all the evidence you think you have.”

  Devin had to wrench his hands from Alessi’s paws. “That was our plan, Mayor.”

  Chase put a protective arm around Devin as he steered him toward Delight Hardware. Cal remained talking to the mayor, perhaps knowing they wanted to be alone, to be rid of the creepy official.

  “That guy is way too much into you, Dev,” said Chase.

  “I know,” Devin admitted. “Lace, you wouldn’t believe how I had to block him from bidding on your Hardscrabble vacation. By the way, we owe you a day. Part of your cowboy experience isn’t mopping smoky lube off our floors.”

  “Devin, don’t you know…I don’t mind? I love you, so of course I want to help in any way I can. Cal will help us clean up, too. I can already tell he likes you so much more than he liked Ben.”

  “Okay,” agreed Devin, “but I’m still giving you another day at Hardscrabble. You and Katrina both.”

  Chase harrumphed, his hands deep in his pockets. “Hell. You’d give Miss Lacey another lifetime at Hardscrabble if you had your way.”

  “Oh, you mean I don’t have my way?” Devin teased. “I thought I got everything I wanted.”

  “Usually,” grumped Chase.

  Lacey didn’t blame Chase for being grumpy. His store had nearly been ruined. And all because of a pinheaded, puerile ex-husband of hers.

  Chase knew where to find mops and cleaning products, having shopped at her store many times, so Lacey took Devin to the front. A couple of weeks ago she had arranged a window display with a fifties theme. It wasn’t feminist at all, and some women of the Cultured Pearl had complained, but she posed their only mannequin in a Lucille Ball dress with high heels and pearls…while dusting. Yes, the poor unliberated mannequin was dusting the top of an O’Keefe and Merritt stove while wearing a frilly apron. Lacey had decorated the faux kitchen with period steel wool pads, glass milk bottles, Pyrex mixing bowls, and utensils that looked like torture devices. Right now, though, she wanted to steal Lucille’s steel wool pads.

  Devin, however, followed her into the window display. He stood, not looking unlike Desi Arnaz in the feeble footlights that lit the display during closing hours. Taking her by the shoulders, he faced her to the stove and murmured in her ear. She expected him to call her “little lady” and ask for a casserole, but once again, he surprised her.

  “I think I know what might cheer up Chase. I think he feels left out since I fucked you and he hasn’t. That’s one thing he hasn’t forgotten how to do. Do you think you could just bend over this kitchen table here and…” He paused, as though wondering how raunchy he could get with her. “Spread ’em for Chase?”

  Lacey giggled. “In the window?”

  Devin’s breath was hot against her neck. “Who’s going to see? The bar is closed, everyone’s gone home, and these lights are dim. I know for a fact Chase is something of an exhibitionist.”

  “I’d peg you as more the exhibitionist.” That was true. Devin was so beautiful, who wouldn’t want to stare at him doing the most mundane things? Lacey imagined that was the reason for their apparent love of mirrors.

  “Devin is the exhibitionist.” Suddenly Chase was there in the window with them, holding a fistful of dust masks and rubber gloves. He tossed them on the table to unearth something from his front jeans pocket. “Devin loves to display himself. You’ll get used to it. He’ll be watching himself in the mirror fucking you instead of watching you.”

  Devin started turning toward his mate. “Listen here, Chase—”

  “But,” Chase interrupted loudly, “I do agree it’d cheer me up to see someone on their hands on this table. That someone is you, Dev.” Chase twirled the black leather object about on his forefinger, and with a start Lacey recognized it as one of the smoky harnesses she’d seen in the store.

  And this model had an O ring at crotch level for insertion of a dildo.

  They were mostly used by women.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Devin knew the second Chase twirled the harness what he was up to.

  Chase had been all about the switching for the past few days. Devin knew Chase was trying to assert his dominance, fearing being lost next to the passion and chemistry that roared between Devin and Lacey. Devin knew that his sweet little sub was pushing the limits, seeing how far he could go, topping from the bottom.

  But Lacey probably had no clue what that leather thong was. Devin grabbed it from Chase, crumpling it in his hand. “Chase, man. Maybe later, at our house. We’ve got work to do now. And it would only be polite to let Lacey get some sleep.”

  To Devin’s chagrin—and excitement—Lacey grabbed the harness from him. “Oh, it’s one of those harness things. Did you want Devin to wear this, so you can chain him to the stove?”

  Chase gently shoved Lacey so she sat on the edge of the kitchen table. “No,” he explained devilishly. “It’s for you.” With his left hand he set to unzipping the front of Lacey’s alpine sweater. Devin, not wanting to be left out in the cold, joined in by snaking her panties and knit skirt down over her boots. If she couldn’t beat them, so to speak, she could join them.

  Lacey kept looking out over the gloomy street that was so dark any sort of pervert could be lurking there, if Hell’s Delight had any perverts other than the bookstore owner. Her eyes were shining with forbidden desire. “But what does me wearing this harness have to do with Devin bending over? You’ll have to excuse me for being so ignorant of your bondage ways. Oh, please, let me keep my boots on! It’s forty degrees in here.”

  Devin was pleased that she reached out for a handful of his erection and not Chase’s. The brisk air hadn’t dampened the men’s ardor any. “Well, you know women wear these harnesses.”

  “Yes. I know they’re for bondage. Are you going to tie me to something?”

  Chase was already buckling the harness around Lacey’s hips, adjusting the rings with professional precision. His eyes flickered sideways at Devin. “If anything, Devin’s going to be tied up.”

  “I can handle it, Chase,” Devin assured his partner.

  Chase raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?” He looked out to the street, lit up by only two of the old streetlights. Good thing the new ones hadn’t been installed yet. “You wouldn’t want to disappoint any of your eager fans out there.”

  Devin scoffed. He jiggled the harness tight around Lacey’s hips to judge the fit. “What eager fans? If anyone’s still out there, they’re pyromaniacs looking at our burned building. Not looking in a hardware window.” He humped Lacey’s hip, unbelievably aroused at the sight of her in almost nothing but her push-up bra, cowboy boots, and the harness. Ride ’em, cowgirl, indeed. She squeezed his dick and purred as she nuzzled her mouth over his throat.

  But Chase was in a hurry. He slapped Devin’s ass so soundly it stung, the sting radiating through his haunches, lengthening his cock. “This juicy ass is going to be filled to the brim.”

  Devin had been dreading this. “By what?” he asked guardedly.

  Lacey drew back, too, looking to Chase with curiosity. “Yes. With what? You’re going to fuck him? I like that.”

  “No.” Chase withdrew a dildo from the pocket of his sheepskin jacket. Oh, Chase would get to stay warm and cozy all right. Lacey, Devin, and poor Lucille here would be the ones suffering. “This. It goes into your harness like this…”

  “Oh!” cried Lacey as Chase slid the purple silicone dildo inside the harness, glans first. Devin knew this model, with raised bumps for added stimulation, to be a battery-
operated vibe. “Oh…” Lacey seemed to be getting the picture as Chase situated the dildo through the O ring and lubed it up.

  Chase said lecherously, “You’re going to give our domineering friend here the ride of his life.”

  “Oh, God!” the poor woman cried. “I don’t even know if Devin likes this sort of thing. You liked it when Chase fucked you, didn’t you?” Her fingers were already on Devin’s oversize belt buckle, displaying her zeal for the act.

  Of course Devin had assessed the dildo for length and girth. It was a shade smaller than Chase’s erect cock, so he knew he could take it. “I like it,” he said shyly. He’d never been shy in his life. “I like it if you’re the one wielding it.”

  “Enough talk,” barked Chase, yanking down Devin’s jeans and slapping his bare ass. “I’m going to freeze my balls off if you don’t get to it.”

  “You’re freezing your balls? Oh, the world’s smallest violin is playing for—” Devin shut up when Chase shoved him alongside the kitchen table. He understood what Chase was driving at. He clutched one edge of the kitchen table, propping himself up on the other side by grabbing the porcelain backboard of the vintage stove. Lucille stared steely-eyed directly at him. It was eerie.

  Chase wanted Devin to face the street, to display his prowess and subservience to all the horny, manly citizens who were not in the street at four in the morning. Chase must enjoy parading Devin like that, and honestly, it was firing up Devin, too, beyond all reason. His enormous, tight hard-on was on display like that, and he was about to be fucked up the ass…by a woman.

  “Ooh,” said Lacey, testing out her new cock by nudging the head between Devin’s ass cheeks. Her breasts squished voluptuously against his back. “I wish I could feel with this penis. It must be heavenly being a man. You get to do everything. You get to penetrate and be penetrated. You get to—oh!”

  Lacey wasn’t the only one taken by surprise when Chase gave a big thrust against Lacey’s buttocks and the dildo slipped inside Devin.

  Devin having been recently used by Chase and the dildo being smaller than Chase gave Lacey many advantages. Experimentally, she corkscrewed her hips around in an ever-widening circle. It was a novel, stimulating feeling being fucked by a woman wielding the cock. Right away Devin could tell the difference. A man—Chase, the only man who’d ever fucked him—was more brutal, more insensitive to Devin’s feelings. Chase, of course, liked to be dominant, lording it over Devin, showing he was alpha.

  Lacey moved with a feminine grace, as though she could feel the cockhead and sought his sweet spot with it. Devin soon discovered if he gyrated his hips counter-clockwise, the silicon cockhead rubbed against his most sensitive spot in just the right way. That coupled with the idea that it was Lacey manipulating the cock brought Devin instantly to the brink of orgasm.

  His bliss came to an abrupt end when Chase plunged his own shaft inside Lacey’s pussy.

  Devin could feel it. He felt the warmth of Chase’s balls slapping upside Lacey, and the shove of his hips moved all three of them. Chase’s smashing of Lacey against Devin expressed all the breath from her in one big whoosh, a mixture of surprise and delight.

  “What the fuck, Moran?” Devin tried to twist around to see over his shoulder, but he didn’t want to ruin Lacey’s perfect angle of penetration. She seemed to really be enjoying it, her arms wrapped around his torso, her fingers diddling his nipples. “Who said anything about you fucking—”

  “Let the lady decide,” snarled Chase, seating himself deep inside Devin’s woman.

  The fucking nerve! How dare he! Chase had been planning this whole thing the entire time! He had probably envisioned the entire scene from the moment they’d left Positive Vibrations. Why else had he conveniently brought a harness and a dildo along?

  But Devin’s sphincter muscle clutched at the cock Lacey manipulated, and he really wouldn’t have stopped it for the world.

  “I decide I like it,” Lacey panted against Devin’s shoulder. And it did seem that she thrust into him deeper, with longer, more passionate strokes as Chase pounded into her.

  Devin breathed deeply. He had to allow Chase his due. He had not wanted a one-sided ménage where he held all the cards. Some Positive Vibrations customers, he knew, had ménages like that, where the same person was always the middle, the filling in the sandwich, the one who touched and was touched. Devin had never wanted that.

  Both he and Chase were flexible switches, men who enjoyed the uncertainty and stimulation of changing positions depending upon their mood. Devin had known the day Chase penetrated Lacey was coming—he just didn’t think it would happen so soon. And he wanted to be consulted first, damnit!

  So once again, to wrest control of the situation, he drew more attention to himself. Sliding his hand down the metal stove, he did deep knee bends, undulating his spine like a giant serpent, thrusting his erect cock at the icy window glass. The possibility that some random person might still be in the street at four in the morning, perhaps walking a dog, excited him. When Lacey reached around and grabbed his cock by the base and squeezed, he’d never felt more potent, brimming with semen, set to explode.

  When a foggy figure actually did move a few feet down the sidewalk, Devin wasn’t too surprised. The person appeared to have been hiding flat against the hardware store brick wall, but now wanted a closer look. The fog had drifted so low through the foothills that it now snaked down Jack London Street, mingling with a layer of smoke from the sex toy shop fire. The shadowy person seemed to be male, although his face was shaded with the brim of a Stetson.

  It could be Cal, wondering where we got to. But why would Cal be lurking? He’d just come right out and tell them to knock it off. No, it was just some pervert. Devin could see the guy massaging his own dick under his long pea coat.

  It aroused Devin unbelievably. He was performing for a crowd of one. The guy’s hand under the jacket pumped eagerly, and Devin could tell he had his johnson in his hand. Devin felt powerful, potent, desired.

  Lacey whispered into his ear, “That guy likes to watch you get fucked, too. Am I doing it right?”

  “Perfect,” Devin murmured, sashaying his hips like a pole dancer. “Squeeze my cock harder.” Her fist acted as a cock ring, damming up the blood in his dick, making it stand out longer, heavier, more virile.

  “I want to find the right spot, the spot Chase found when he fucked you,” breathed Lacey.

  Devin wasn’t ready. He wanted to see what the stranger would do. He wanted to perform for the stranger, turn the guy on, make him shoot inside his stupid pea coat.

  Now the pervert moved closer to the glass. He licked his lips, his hand pistoning under his coat.

  “Oh God,” Devin blurted when the pervert opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, as though lapping Devin’s dick that throbbed only inches behind the glass. When the fellow leaned on the glass with his free hand and brought his face so close the brim of the Stetson tipped up, revealing him to be Mayor Alessi, Devin erupted.

  The combination of Lacey’s prostate massage, the stricture of her fist, and the arousing voyeurism of the perverted official was enough to send Devin over the edge. And boy did he erupt. His semen splashed the glass, obliterating the mayor’s twisted face. Devin snaked his spine to give the deviant his money’s worth, Lacey jerking more jism from his dick as she uttered girlish gasps against his shoulder.

  “Oh—Devin—oh—Devin—”

  Devin smiled with pleasure that she’d called out his name and swiveled his ass against his woman. The raised bumps on her strap-on were hitting just the right spot, coaxing every last drop of seed from his prick. Devin was fascinated by the way the streams of semen splashed the window, the twisted official just a millimeter away from licking the wrong side of the glass.

  Devin felt Lacey shudder as the force of Chase’s ejaculation filled her pussy. Chase lifted Lacey on his cock as he pounded into her, and this in turn lifted the buzzing dildo inside Devin’s rectum. It was almost too much, and Dev
in gasped for breath as his hand slid down the stove’s metal. He might collapse any second.

  He had to withdraw from Lacey’s silicone penis, leaving the woman squirming as Chase pumped into her. Devin leaned his hand against the window glass. He looked down at the crown of the Stetson, his long, thick cock pulsating and nearly steaming in the cold air. The mayor had eyes only for his cock. He looked like a pathetic, drooling, starving man, eyeballing Devin’s abused cock like that. Couldn’t the married mayor just go get some gay action in Sacramento, if that was his wont? Nowadays there was hardly a stigma against it—unless your name was a vindictive Ben Pearson, that was.

  Finally the mayor looked up at Devin. Oddly, he tipped his hat as if to thank him for the performance, then ambled back into the fog. Devin’s dick bobbed almost sadly, as if regretting the strange official had to leave. He panted, watching the mysterious—and satisfied—figure move down the street.

  When he turned around and yanked up his pants, Lacey had disappeared, presumably to her bathroom. Chase, too, was stuffing his cock into his jeans, but he was looking intently down the street.

  “You’ve got a fan,” he noted.

  “You saw him there the whole time?”

  Chase grinned lopsidedly. “Around the time drool started running down his chin. I thought it was pretty damned sexy. He can look but he can’t touch. He was getting his rocks off just watching your delicious cock spew against that glass.” Chase took Devin’s jaw in his fingers and kissed him hungrily. Devin knew Chase was proud of him. The mayor wanted his studly boyfriend. That was good enough for Chase.

  The kiss made Devin forget about the bent mayor. He supped at Chase’s sweet mouth, drinking in his lush lips, his tongue twining with his partner’s. But when he breathed in icy air, he remembered where he was, and pulled back to grab the dust masks Chase had tossed on the table.

  “Weird, that mayor, though. He obviously pitches and catches for the other team.”