Their Forever Home [Men of the Border Lands 13] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Marla Monroe

  Lance looked up at him. “Can you help me get her clothes off?”

  Carver wanted to tell him no, that he was asking too much of him, but instead, he helped Lance sit her up and remove her shirt and then her panties.

  Fuck! She was made for fucking. Her heavy breasts would be slightly more than a handful for Lance’s hands, but they would fit just right in his larger, rougher ones. She had a rounded belly that would be perfect to rest his head on after eating her cunt out. And, good God! Her ass was a fucking wet dream. He could imagine sinking his dick deep inside her as Lance filled her from beneath. He had to close his eyes to regain a measure of control or he was going to tear her away from Lance.

  “Perfect,” Lance whispered almost to himself. “Vella, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

  “Please, Lance. Carver!” she held her hands out. “Don’t tease me this way. I need you both. Make me yours.”

  There was no way Carver could miss the sincerity in her eyes or on her face. There was almost a desperate set about her mouth and to the corner of her eyes. She did want them—need them. His chest hurt with an ache to do just that—make her his—but she wasn’t his alone.

  Lance bent over once more, but this time he wrapped his mouth around one breast. Sucking in as much as he seemed able, moaning against her tender flesh, he plumped up her other breast, as if offering it up. Carver stared at it longingly, going so far as to lean toward it, but he jerked back.

  “Give her what she needs, man. She wants us both loving her, touching her. She tastes like a crisp apple. Just look at her nipples, Carver. They’re long and tight, perfect for sucking on.” Lance had pulled off of Vella’s breast to stare up at him with concern in his eyes.

  He was right to be concerned. Carver was having a difficult time going through with it. He really hadn’t thought it would be that big of a deal when he’d first thought about sharing her so they could get her to safety, but now that his feelings were involved, it was an entirely different situation.

  One look in Vella’s aroused eyes, heavy lidded and pleading, and Carver was lost. He’d give her whatever she needed as long as he could be near her. What a pussy-whipped bastard he’d turned out to be. If his brothers could see him now, they’d laugh their asses off all the way back to the club.

  Carver slowly lay down next to her and, without looking over at Lance, sucked her perfect dusky nipple into his mouth, clamping down on the instinctive urge to moan at how good she tasted. Lance was right, she had the best-tasting breasts he’d ever sampled. He sucked in as much of her tender flesh as he could.

  Before he realized it, he was licking his way to the underside of her breast as he pulled and pinched on her nipple. When he buried his nose there in the crease where the mound of flesh met her chest, he swore he felt real peace for a precious few seconds. Memories of his early childhood returned from wherever they’d been locked away. The soft, powdery scent of his mother teased him as did the soft touch of the back of her fingers caressing his cheek. Then it was gone again.

  What the fuck was that? I’ve never been able to remember before. No matter how hard I tried to remember, I couldn’t. Why now? What the hell is happening to me?

  He jerked away from where he’d been nuzzling the underside of Vella’s breast then tried to cover his actions by running his hand down her breast to her abdomen. Her soft moans were music to his ears, but he was too freaked out right then to enjoy it. What had happened? What was that feeling he’d had while he’d been lost in those memories? It had felt like hours, but in fact, could only have been a few seconds. So what had it been?

  Home. It smelled like home, and happiness, and safety. I know better, but for a second I felt like I was back home before it all went to hell.

  As he pulled away from Vella, Lance kissed his way down her torso, licking at the little corners where her hip touched her pelvis, making her squirm and giggle. That giggle jerked at Carver. The soft chimes of her laughter tightened things inside of him, as well as his balls. Fuck, she affected him more than he wanted. She would take over everything about him if he let her. That was something he couldn’t allow to happen. It would kill him to lose her if she owned his heart and soul, and he would lose her eventually.

  Carver shifted a little farther away as he watched Lance make his way to her pussy. Seeing the other man’s hands on the inside of her pale white thighs tore at him. He refused to acknowledge the jealous rage eating at him already. How was he going to do this?

  A sharp cry from Vella had him searching her face for any sign she was in pain. He’d pull Lance off of her in a second if he was hurting her in any way, but it wasn’t pain on her face. Ecstasy colored her cheeks a pale pink as she squeezed her eyes shut even as her mouth hung open just the slightest. Not pain at all. He glanced down to see that Lance had a finger deep inside of her cunt while he licked all around her distended clit. The little bud made his mouth water to taste her.

  Fuck! I want her so fucking much. I’m not going to be able to do this.

  But he had to do it. Keeping her safe was imperative, and if he didn’t accept that he was sharing her with Lance, she’d reject them both. And then who would watch out for her?

  “Holy hell, man. You’ve got to taste her. She tastes like caramel apple pie with just a hint of cinnamon,” Lance said, looking up from where he lay between her perfect thighs.

  “What are you, a freaking chef or something? Pussy doesn’t taste like desserts.” He snorted, shaking his head.

  “No doubt the pussy you’ve been messing with wouldn’t taste very good, but she isn’t one of those biker whores you’re used to, Carver.” Lance glowered at him. Then he took one of Vella’s hands and dragged two of her fingers through her own juices.

  Carver watched her face turn a bright shade of pink. Now, that was interesting. If she got all flustered diddling with herself while someone watched, he could well imagine how she’d react to being told to put on a show for them. He craved it now but knew it wouldn’t happen anytime soon. Hell, it wouldn’t happen at all if he didn’t get his act together and work at the sharing part.

  When Lance offered up her dripping fingers to him, he took them into his mouth and nearly moaned at the sweet and spicy taste that exploded over his taste buds. Lance was right. She really did taste like apples and cinnamon, though he wasn’t sure about the caramel part—yet.

  “Told you,” Lance said before burying his face between her legs once again.

  Carver wanted to jerk him away from her so he could taste her again—really taste her. She was like some addictive ambrosia that captured his attention and now he wanted—no, needed—a deeper taste.

  “You’d better stop screwing around or I’m going to move you to the side, Lance,” he said.

  He was only half joking with the other man. Carver wanted to feel that piece of home again, and he had decided that Vella held the key. Before he’d wanted to leave while Lance made love to her. Now he wasn’t about to go and leave her alone with the other man. Lance was a good man and Carver wasn’t, but he knew he needed her like he needed his next breath. It finally dawned on him that Lance was the only way he would ever have a chance to be with her even if Carver had been the only one there. He needed Lance to be there for her with all that touchy feeling stuff he wasn’t able to give her. He needed her in his life, so he needed Lance as well.

  Carver settled a little more with the arrangement. It would work. He’d do everything he could to make it work. Where that would leave him once they arrived at their destination, Carver had no idea. God knows he was going to try and change her mind about him, but he had no idea if she would trust him once she knew the truth. Maybe it was best if he didn’t dwell on that part of the trip. It wasn’t always about the outcome but about how you made the journey. Carver planned to make the journey enough to last him for the rest of his life. He couldn’t let what lay ahead color how he acted today. Today he had a piece of heaven in his arms. Vella.

  Chapter
Ten

  Vella’s senses were on overload, and they hadn’t even taken off their clothes. She longed to touch them, explore their bodies for herself. She was really doing this. It was a huge step, but if she wanted safety and support, it was the only way. Finding two men who were as nice and caring as these two wasn’t easy. She’d be a fool to not give them a chance.

  Lance returned to running his tongue around her clit while he thrust a finger deep inside her pussy. She couldn’t believe how good he was making her feel. How had she not known that sex could feel this good?

  “Please, Lance. I need to touch you, touch both of you. Take off your clothes,” she said on a moan.

  “Babe, if I take off my clothes now, there won’t be any more fun time,” Carver said, his voice a husky growl.

  “Just your shirt, man. Let her touch you. She needs that connection,” Lance told him.

  Carter seemed to hesitate until he caught Vella’s eyes on him as she licked her lips. She was starving for him. He must have sensed it, because in less than a second Carver had pulled his shirt over his head and slung it to the side. Then he slowly crawled the last few feet until he was as close as he could get to her without covering her body with his.

  “You’re beautiful,” she whispered as she spread one hand across the center of his chest.

  He huffed. “Men aren’t beautiful. Hell, I’m not even handsome.”

  “Are you arguing with me already?” she asked in a teasing voice.

  Carver frowned. She realized he didn’t know how to take teasing. How could he not know how to flirt? It was sad in a way that he wouldn’t know how much fun that could be. Lance rescued him, as if knowing he was at a loss.

  “Get used to it, hon. He argues about everything. I think he does it just to piss me off sometimes.”

  She pouted up at Carver. “Are you going to argue with me all the time like you do with Lance?” she asked.

  His eyes widened as if she’d scared him. “Hell, no. I’m not going to argue with you at all. If you don’t see it my way, I’ll turn you over my knee and spank you. I might even tickle you to death.”

  She couldn’t help herself. Vella burst out laughing. “Tickle me to death? Really?”

  “I’m not going to argue with you, babe. I’m going to fuck you every chance I get.”

  That took her breath. Yes, she wanted that. “Okay then.”

  “No more talk, guys,” Lance said as he settled between her legs once more. “I’m hungry, and she’s lying here spread open like a feast before me. I’m not wasting one second of this.”

  She gasped as Lance’s tongue flicked over her clit in rapid movements that had her digging her fingers into the blankets to the hard cave rock underneath. He sank two fingers into her cunt this time, and as he pumped them and sucked on her clit, pressure built deep in her womb, yet the friction wasn’t quite enough. Vella lifted one hand and scratched down the center of Carver’s chest.

  “Please. I need something. I’m so close already,” she pleaded.

  Carver growled before taking one of her nipples in his mouth while squeezing the other with his fingers. His teeth worried the swollen nub even as he twisted the other nipple between his fingers. Vella exploded all over them.

  “Yes!” she screamed. “Lance, so good. Carver. God, Carver!”

  “Give it all to us, babe,” Carver demanded.

  She couldn’t stop the tremors that racked her body as she slowly came down from the best orgasm of her life. If that felt that amazing, how much better would actual intercourse be? She was almost too worried to find out. Almost, but not quite enough to put a stop to their play.

  Vella lay panting with her eyes closed. She didn’t have the energy to open them until someone covered her body with theirs. They snapped open at the barely-there weight to find Carver staring down at her.

  “I want a taste of you before Lance fucks you. That little taste wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy me, babe. I can see I’m going to spend a lot of time buried in your sweet pussy, Vella.” Carver claimed her mouth as only he could do.

  The aggressive way he took control of the kiss from the very beginning turned her on in so many ways. The soft growl ramped up her arousal even though she’d just had an orgasm worth writing home about. Carver almost forced her to accept his tongue and the desperate attack it waged in her mouth. No spot was unclaimed as he slowly withdrew only to nibble on her lips before he pulled back to stare at her again.

  Before she managed to ask him what he was looking at, Carver kissed and bit his way down her body until he spread her legs even farther apart than Lance had. If he ate her pussy anything like how he kissed, Vella was pretty sure she’d come again. The man didn’t do anything halfway or slow and easy.

  “Fuck me. You smell like heaven,” Carver snarled just before he ran his tongue from slit to clit and back down again.

  “Oh. My. God!” It was all she managed to get out before he’d stabbed her pussy with his thick tongue, fucking her with it like a battering ram.

  Even as he penetrated her cunt with two fingers, Carver growled against her clit, sending sharp zings straight to her center. Vella was sure she was leaking her juices faster than he could lap them up. Her thighs felt wet from his mouth and her cream. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d gotten so turned-on. She wasn’t even sure she ever had.

  “So damn good, babe. I could lick your sweet juices all day,” he said in a growly voice.

  “Come on, Carver. That’s enough. You’re going to have her so swollen I won’t be able to get inside of her without it being uncomfortable for her,” Lance said.

  Vella sighed when Carver released her clit in both disappointment and dread. Lance was right. Much more stimulation and she’d be too swollen for either one of them to get inside her. She really wanted that to happen. All three of them needed that connection to get started bonding.

  Who am I kidding? I want to feel them inside of me. I can’t even begin to imagine what it will feel like to take them both at the same time.

  If she were honest with herself, Vella would admit that she was a little frightened of trying that. She had no doubt that they would understand and go slow with her. She was sure Lance would, and Carver would follow his lead.

  “Damn, you’re addictive, woman,” Carver said on a huff just before he moved back.

  Vella wasn’t sure what to expect next. When Lance took her face in both of his hands, she wanted to rub her cheeks against the callused palms. This felt right to her. The feel of his rough skin and the heat of his now-nude body pressed against hers, skin-to-skin, was nearly her undoing. The intimacy of the moment choked her up, and without thinking about it, she reached out to Carver, needing to touch him as well.

  For a second, she didn’t think he would take her offered hand, but then his much larger hand enclosed hers. In that moment, a spark seemed to travel through them where they touched, linking them together just as Lance pressed his cock inside her wet slit.

  “Yes!” she hissed, closing her eyes and leaning her head back as she savored the feel of his dick stretching her and filling her cunt.

  “Damn, Vella. You’re so tight. So hot and tight.” Lance pushed deeper into her as she struggled to push up against him.

  “Please, Lance, more.” She couldn’t stand it. She needed all of him.

  She groaned out loud when he shifted and the last few inches of his delicious cock slid all the way inside of her. As he stroked in and out of her pussy, Vella had to dig her hands into the blankets beneath her once more. It felt too good. She’d been right. The actual sex was by far even better.

  She turned and looked up to see Carver sitting back on his knees just watching her as his friend fucked her right in front of him. It had to be difficult for someone like him who’d already admitted he was going to have a hard time sharing her. She needed to make him a part of this somehow.

  “Carver. I need you, too. Please,” she said, pouring all of her emotions into how she looked up
at him.

  He winced, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. “Babe, you’re not ready for that yet. We need to prepare you so we don’t hurt you,” Carver said before opening his eyes once again to stare down at her with something akin to anguish in them.

  “Please, Carver. Let me taste you. Take off your clothes.” Vella wanted to see all of him. This was one good way to accomplish that as well as to get him to be a part of the joining between her and Lance.

  “Vella. You don’t have to do that,” Carver said.

  “I know. I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t want to, Carver.” She smiled up at him again before her eyes crossed as Lance’s big cock slid over her sweet spot. She groaned again.

  When she was finally able to open her eyes again, Carver had taken his clothes off and was kneeling next to her head, his hand squeezing the base of his cock then sliding it up and back down his thick dick. A drop of pearl liquid formed at the tip. She couldn’t stop herself from licking her lips at the sight.

  “Fuck me, Vella. That’s the sexiest sight a man could wish for,” Carver said in a husky voice.

  “Please, Carver. Closer. Just a little closer so I can suck your cock,” she pleaded.

  He groaned but scooted right up next to her at face level. Before he had even settled, Vella licked the swelling drop of cum from his cockhead, loving the salty, almost nutty flavor. Then she licked her way down his dick before returning to the tip and sucking as much of his thick stalk deep into her throat as she could manage.

  “Oh, yeah, babe! So good,” Carver snarled as he fisted his hands by his side.

  She sucked on him even as she wrapped one hand around the base of his cock to keep him from accidently shoving too much down her throat and choking her.

  “Dear, God! You’re amazing. Oh, Fuck! I’m going to come if you keep that up. You’ve got to stop, babe.” Carver ran his fingers through her hair. She felt him opening and closing them, as if he was trying to not grab her hair and make her take all of him. She’d never been so turned-on.