Three Hearts Beat as One (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Karen Mercury

  Chase gave him a little break in order to unbuckle the enormous pewter ranch scene he wore on his belt. Chase used to make fun of those elaborately sculpted three-dimensional buckles, and now he was all about them.

  Devin couldn’t reach out and fondle the long, fat cock that Chase unveiled. His mouth watered as he thrust his hips toward his lover. “Be gentle and slow.”

  This seemed to surprise Chase. He paused with the bottle of oil in midair, a stream of fluorescent red lotion drizzling onto his cock. “You don’t like it hard? You sure like doing it hard to me.”

  “I’m in a gentler mood,” Devin said honestly, hitching the boot of one foot onto a low shelf of the counter. “Sir. Please be gentle…Sir.”

  Chase grinned one of those lopsided half-grins that meant he would comply, and he nudged his bulging cockhead between the cheeks of Devin’s ass.

  They both jumped when the door that led to the store was shoved open so energetically it banged against the wall. Both men breathed sighs of relief that it was merely Lacey—their better half, as Chase called her. She was wearing a flouncy summer dress that flattered her voluptuous figure, and both men nearly became drooling imbeciles as she strode forward on her white high heeled sandals, tits bouncing in the froufrou bodice.

  “Naughty boys!” she cried, and Devin could tell by the way she walked that she’d been wearing her butt plug like a good submissive. She stood by them, squirming as though nonexistent stockings were riding up on her. “Did you know that just anyone could walk in that door and see you?”

  “Well,” said Chase pragmatically, “it is a sex toy store.” He seemed to get a fresh idea then, and backed away from Devin as though he wanted to watch.

  Devin was more than happy when Lacey took ahold of his bound, oily cock, straddling it. The angle it was pinioned at was such that any slight pressure downward would be agonizing, but it was the correct angle for the canal of her beautiful pussy. Lacey swayed her hips, massaging the greasy cock between her naked thighs. She stroked Devin’s face with the back of her hand. Her face was refulgent, like a flower bloom. He hadn’t thought of her like Kate Winslet in a long time—she was Lacey Dvorak now, and she graced him with a bruising kiss.

  “Oh, Devin,” she sighed, licking his lower lip. “Our first lovemaking was Valentine’s Day, and now it’s the Fourth of July. I’m more in love with you than ever. And Chase, too,” she added quickly, turning her head and grinning.

  “That’s okay,” said Chase, his head tilted as he appreciated the view of Lacey’s backside. “I know you love me. Sink down on that big tool, missy.” He slapped her ass to encourage her.

  Devin groaned like a cape buffalo stuck in a mud hole when Lacey sank down on his cock. He slid deep into her at the perfect angle. She threw back her head and moaned like some kind of exotic shorebird, her white throat exposed, and all Devin could do was strain forward and stick his tongue out to lick her throat.

  * * * *

  Having had the feeling that today Chase would finally claim her ass, Lacey had worn her butt plug all day long. Working next to Chase in the store, he’d known what she had on under her flowery dress. But Devin had been at Hardscrabble all day moving cattle and cutting hay, so he had no idea she wore the purple vibrating plug.

  When she charged through the swinging door that led to the shipping room at the store, she was only there to tell Devin he was late for his gig at the Pit o’ Dummies down the street. The Surging Monkey Preps had a standing date there every Friday night. She had seen Devin’s truck drive around the corner to park in back of the store, but she was busy closing up. She certainly didn’t expect to find her boyfriend bound to the shipping counter—but then again, it wasn’t unusual, either.

  And this was nice. Chase was even encouraging her to mount the bound man. By clutching Devin’s shoulders and standing on tiptoes, she was able to swivel her hips and work up a nice rhythm. She found that by fucking Devin, the butt plug also rotated around in there nicely, and she knew Chase was fascinated with it. He lifted her dress to her hips, easily moving aside the strip of thong panty to push the button that turned on the vibe. It was a nice, quiet vibe, and the feeling of being filled in both orifices quickly brought Lacey to the verge of orgasm.

  “Oh my God,” she whispered, her nose touching the tip of Devin’s as they looked into each other’s eyes. “Can a woman come without having her clit stimulated?”

  Devin couldn’t do much for her with his hands bound behind his back, but he grinned devilishly. “So I’ve heard,” he drawled, his eyes heavily-lidded with lust.

  “Can you feel that buzzing in your cock?”

  “Oh, yeah. Chase, hurry the fuck up. I’m set to shoot inside this voluptuous lady.”

  Lacey didn’t mind being called “voluptuous” any longer. She hadn’t lost any weight to speak of, but she no longer felt the need to. If Kate Winslet could be curvy, so could she. And I’m not even loved for my fame or fortune. I’m loved for who I am. “All right, I’ll bring it down a notch,” she said, slowing her swiveling hips, tantalizing Devin’s cockhead with her clutching, greedy pussy.

  Chase proceeded to hurry the fuck up. Lacey tried not to tense as he withdrew the butt plug and drizzled some of that hot cinnamon oil over her tight bud. She’d never been used in this way. Wearing the butt plug for several months had prepared her. She would not protest. She knew that men could feel each other’s cocks when penetrating a woman like this, and she wanted to feel both men at once.

  “Relax,” Devin reassured her, always with that lazy smile. “Chase will go slow. Believe it or not, he can be tender when he wants to.”

  “He must not want to very often,” Lacey said nervously. When Chase’s cockhead breached her anal ring and nudged inside her, she squeezed her eyes shut and breathed. Yes, it hurt. She would relax. She’d seen her two men go at it enough times like this to know how to work it. She fucked Devin with short jabbing thrusts of her hips, each thrust working Chase’s long cock a bit further up her ass. And just as the men had described for months, it did stop hurting shortly. She could breathe now.

  “Ah, god,” Chase groaned, “I can’t believe I’m inside you, Lacey. It’s indescribable.”

  Devin speared his fingers through Lacey’s hair and touched his nose to hers. “Can you feel my dick filling our lovely miss?”

  “God, yes.” Chase’s groan resonated deep inside his groin, vibrating his entire penis inside Lacey’s ass. He hitched a thumb under the strap of her flowery dress, lowering it to view her Incan tattoo. It was a sun god mandala, small compared to Devin’s, which covered a large part of one bicep, and she liked it because whoever was doing her doggie-style could view it. “Let’s move in tandem, in sync.”

  Once the motion was established, Lacey found it was quite easy to grind her clit against Devin’s wiry pubic hair. She felt she could actually come this way, by mashing her button to her lover and swiveling in a certain way. Devin’s cock twitched deep inside her, the two men’s cockheads rubbing together. Each time they massaged each other, Devin would gasp, his eyelids fluttering. Chase sucked in air between his teeth as though being tortured, and Lacey was so sensitive back there she could feel the surge of semen up the underside of Chase’s cock.

  She came just as Chase was spurting inside her. It was a different sort of orgasm, this coming against Devin’s pubic bone. The contractions rolled up the length of her pussy, clutching both men’s cocks, milking them for their jism.

  “Oh—oh—oh—” Is that me making that god-awful noise? How embarrassing! But Lacey wasn’t embarrassed at all.

  Especially not when Devin threw his head back and roared like a lion. The two men were coming in sync, filling her with their fluids, twitching and jerking like madmen as her pussy and anus clutched at them. She had never been so filled, so loved. She panted and giggled a little when Chase’s penis squeaked as he removed it from her ass. She reveled in the trickle of semen that ran down the back of her bare thigh.

  She st
ayed locked in, dovetailed with Devin, panting at each other with their noses touching. She squeezed his big cock with her inner pussy muscles, surprising him. “Ah!” he gasped.

  An even bigger flood was released when Lacey at last climbed off of Devin. Her prepuce tingled from rubbing against Devin, and she fingered it experimentally. Arrows of lust shot through her abdomen, tightened her nipples. No. She was much too sensitive. She unchained Devin from the shipping counter. The cock ring could wait until he became flaccid.

  “I wonder,” said Devin, buckling his ridiculously large pewter belt buckle that depicted an enormous longhorn steer. Lacey had been astonished one day to discover Devin had an entire sock drawer full of those things. Cowboys must trade them around because everyone else seemed to have a collection, too. “What will Chase have to punish me for when we’re a boring threesome? Today he was whipping me for something that happened months ago, right after Valentine’s Day.”

  “Oh, Devin.” All Lacey had to do was smooth her dress down and run her fingers through her hair to fluff it. She took the butt plug to the sink to wash it with industrial-strength soap—the soap they used to clean the dressing rooms. “I can’t picture you ever becoming a dull married person.”

  “Did I say married?”

  Lacey thought. “No, I guess you didn’t. But you know what I mean. Loving you and Chase is an ever-changing experience. How could this ever be dull? And how could we ever run out of things to whip you for?”

  “Very funny,” said Devin, crossing to the other side of the room and pulling open a drawer. “That’s true—you certainly never fail to find fault with me.”

  “You mean whipping you because you ate the last peanut butter?”

  Devin frowned. “Hey. I need peanut butter for my workout regimen. That stuff packs a lot of protein.”

  Lacey set the purple plug on the dish drainer to dry. Toweling off her hands, she slunk over to Devin. “A whole jar? I agree, I like it when you get your protein. Tastes like protein. I especially like it when you drink champagne, then fill me with protein.”

  Devin faced her now with a funny expression. He held a little box between his fingers. “Well, I sure am glad you like my body. Lacey, I’m asking you to like more than just that. I want you to love me, the same way I love you. Everything, the whole kit and caboodle, the whole package deal.”

  Lacey giggled. “Well, of course I like the whole package.”

  She sobered up, though, when Devin got to one knee on the floor and held the box up to her. Chase was meandering back in now, and he apparently had known what Devin was up to, for he just grinned and stood lamely by. “Miss Lacey Dvorak. I wish to commit my entire life to loving you, to treating you with the respect you deserve. To never cheating on you or staying out late—”

  “Without calling,” Chase added.

  “Without calling, and to protecting you from whatever harm may come your way. I want to be there for you, Missy, for now until forever.” He opened the box. The ring looked a lot like the garnet ring he’d given her months ago, but she could tell the three intertwined hearts were rubies. “Lacey Dvorak. Will you be my wife?”

  “Of course,” Lacey said calmly, getting to her knees, too. Why should Devin be alone on the ground?

  Chase joined them, getting his friends into a group hug as Devin slid the ring on Lacey’s correct finger now. Chase said, “We know it’s the right size this time. We checked.”

  Lacey stared at her finger with the three hearts ring, then up to Devin’s face. “But one thing, Devin.”

  “Anything.”

  “If you’re to be my legal husband, what about Chase? Won’t you feel left out, Chase? I’m to be Lacey Jonas, but you stay Chase Moran.”

  Chase settled back onto his butt on the floor. He shrugged. “I’ve thought about it. It was bound to happen. I mean, we could have one of those civil ceremonies gay men have, something symbolic. But Devin and I have known for a while we’re not going anywhere. We’re in this for the long haul.”

  And watching the two men kiss, heartily and lustily as men were wont to do, convinced Lacey of this. They were making their own pact to each other that was stronger than any legal piece of paper ever could be.

  She was so wrapped up in watching their jaws work against each other, she barely heard the knocking coming from the front glass door of the store. She’d locked the doors at six before coming into the shipping room, but maybe it was a latecomer, someone desperate for a flavored condom, someone who simply couldn’t go out on the town without some edible panties.

  Ben Pearson stood with his face practically pressed to the glass, a hangdog expression in his eyes. Normally Lacey would’ve told the person the store was closed, but she was curious. Ben was out on bail for charges involving trying to get this very store shut down. Why would he come here, of all places?

  Lacey unlocked the door and stuck her head out. “What’s up, Ben?”

  Ben shuffled his boots. In the stifling Fourth of July air outdoors, he wore a loose-hanging wifebeater that said BEAR FLAG REBELLION. She could easily see where he’d unsuccessfully tried to eradicate the “I Heart Brittney” tattoo—or at least the “Brittney” part. An artist had written the young girl’s name “Ashleigh” over poor, misbegotten Brittney. Yanking up her shoulder strap, Lacey twisted her torso to look toward the back of the store as if looking for her men. But really, she was displaying to Ben that her tattoo was much higher caliber. A real artist had done hers.

  “Look, Lace. I want you to know I don’t hold any grudge against you or Chase. Or Devin for that matter. They’re great guys. I’m innocent, I tell you. That bratty Smithson kid just got out of control and knowing that we’d just split up, he blamed it on me.”

  That was a pretty big stretch for a ten-year-old kid. And besides, they had the evidence that Ben had purchased the items used in the break-in and arson.

  Lacey put her hand on her hip. “Did your lawyer tell you to say this, Ben? To show remorse? Because you don’t seem very remorseful.”

  “I am remorseful!” Ben yelled. “Can’t you tell?”

  “Being remorseful shows that you admit you did it.”

  Ben looked confused. “Look. I just want to bury the hatchet, Lace. We’re all members of the merchants association and we’re going to have to see each other all the time. What would you do if you wanted yogurt? What will I do if I need screws or a Double Trouble G-Spot Vibrator?”

  Lacey rolled her eyes. “I get it. You didn’t come here to apologize. You came here to buy a vibrator for your latest bimbo, Ashleigh.” She was glad, though, that she could now joke with Ben. Now that thinking of him didn’t make her heart leap into her throat, they could joke like relaxed old exes. Which they were.

  Ben’s jaw hung low. “How’d you know her name was—”

  Lacey raised a stiff arm and pointed down the street. “Out, Ben. Out! If Chase or Devin catch you here, they’ll rip your head off. Come back when it’s only me in the store and I’ll sell you your stupid G-spot vibrator—God only knows, you need it—but for now, you’d best—”

  “Pearson!” roared Chase, racing to the front of the store like lightning.

  It was funny watching Ben prepare to make a getaway. His feet seemed to run in place, all blurry like in the cartoons, but for a couple of seconds he didn’t go anywhere.

  Chase yelled, “Pearson, I’m giving you five seconds to get away from my storefront. I don’t want to see you even use this sidewalk until your trial, do you hear me?”

  Devin was behind Chase now, shouting, “Pearson! You get away from here or I’ll kick you so hard you really will be a dickhead!”

  At last Ben’s feet got moving, and he shot off like a blur toward the Pit o’ Dummies, where the trio were headed anyway. Chase locked the door behind them, and they moved down the street.

  Devin said, “I’ve got a new song I’m debuting tonight. It’s called ‘Lacey Top.’”

  “Oh,” goofed Chase, “is it all about a girl’
s blouse?”

  “Sort of, actually. I start out singing about a lacey blouse that looks great on a girl, then I wind up going ‘Miss Lacey, you can top me any time.’”

  Lacey held her fiancé’s arm to her breast and put her head against his shoulder. “You darling man. Have you rehearsed it with the Surging Monkey Preps?”

  “Yes, we went over it for a few hours today. Hey, Cal!”

  “Look who he’s with,” said Chase. “He’s with my damned assistant!”

  Sure enough, Cal Zhukov was leaning against the Pit o’ Dummies brick wall, talking so intimately to the Positive Vibrations assistant there could be no mistaking their relationship. Cal had a lock of her hair between his fingers, and they were close-talking.

  Lacey stopped walking so as not to startle or disturb Cal. She’d never seen him date a girl before. She wondered at all the ways this would change the goofy, unreliable, relaxed Cal she knew and loved. Then she worried that Julie would take her stepbrother away from her, and he’d spend all his time with her.

  Then she realized. With Julie she’d be gaining another family member. Her real family was so dubious she’d been forced to create her own. Sometimes, maybe, the family members you choose, or who choose you, can be better than the ones you’re born with. A feeling of coziness flooded Lacey. This might be what “security” means. Between her fiancé, Devin, and their lover, Chase, she would never be alone again.

  “Let Cal be,” said Lacey, and she guided her men around to use the side door.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Karen’s first three novels were historical fiction involving pre-colonial African explorers. Since she was always either accused or praised (depending on how you look at it) for writing overly steamy sex scenes, erotic romance was the natural next step. She lives in Northern California with her Newfoundland dog, the best darn dog in the west.