Van, Becca - Double E Ranch [Slick Rock 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Becca Van

  Felicity couldn’t prevent the groan from escaping her mouth as Luke slowed and gentled the kiss. She moaned as Luke pressed his hips into hers. He took advantage and swept his tongue into her mouth, sliding it against hers, tilting his head for the optimum access to her mouth. He explored every nook and cranny of her mouth. Sliding his tongue up to the roof, tickling her palette, then along the inside of her cheeks, over her teeth, along her lower lip, then back to duel his tongue with hers. She was on fire. Felicity felt liquid pooling between her thighs, making her pussy throb with unrequited desire. Her lower abdomen was heavy, cramping, her cunt begging to be filled. She had never been kissed with such intensity or felt such avid passion. It was frightening, but so good. She felt the mattress dip on either side of her and knew Tom and Billy were at her sides. What were they doing to her? She couldn’t keep a thought in her head. They flitted in then out at a rapid pace. Then there were no thoughts at all.

  * * * *

  Luke was in heaven and hell. The first taste of Felicity had him losing control. He thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth, tasting her female desire. He wanted to strip her naked and plunge into her tight, wet heat, but knew that wasn’t an option. He weaned his mouth from hers, raised his head, and looked down into her flushed face. Her lips were so red and full from his kisses, and he imagined them wrapped around his cock. He growled as she opened her eyes. They were a deep, dark blue, almost violet, and her pupils were dilated with the passion he had aroused in her. He slipped a knee between her legs then sat up on his knees, pulling her into a sitting position with him. He clasped her hands in one of his behind her back, causing her to arch her spine, thrusting her breasts out to him. He used his free hand to pull the large baggy shirt up over her head, using the shirt to trap her arms by holding it behind her back with her arms still trapped in the fabric.

  He stared down at her voluptuous chest. Her breasts were high on her chest, her nipples a light pink color, which made him salivate to get his mouth on one of those hard tips. He leaned down, licked her nipple with the flat of his tongue, and then sucked it into his mouth. He lapped on her nipple firmly, his free hand at her hip, holding her in place. He couldn’t get enough of her. He moved his hand down to her pussy, cupping her cunt, enveloping it with his large palm. He lifted his head from her breast, and he watched her body jerk as she climaxed. It was one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen in his whole life. He eased his hand away from her pussy, knowing if he didn’t pull back he would be stripping her naked, fucking her regardless of her having her period. Luke moved off to the side to let his friend in to take over Felicity’s pleasure.

  * * * *

  Tom picked her up and pulled her onto his lap so she was straddling his thighs, the front of her body facing his. He pulled the large shirt off her arms and placed his hands at the sides of her face, careful not to touch her bruises, holding her still as he gazed into her eyes. He held her eyes to his, not letting her pull back or look away from him as he slowly lowered his head to hers. He didn’t close his eyes as his mouth first touched hers. He licked his lips along the seam of hers, asking permission to take things further. He slid his lips over hers, angling his head to cover her mouth completely. He watched her pupils dilate as he controlled the kiss they shared. He felt her lips open as she gasped air into her lungs, and taking advantage, he thrust his tongue into her mouth. Her moan as she capitulated to his dominance had his hard cock pulsing against the zipper of his jeans. He watched as her eyes closed, her body softening into his as she gave him what he wanted. Complete and utter control over her pleasure.

  Tom ravaged Felicity’s mouth with his own, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, entwining it with hers. He pulled back slightly, nibbling on her full lower lip, causing her to moan into his mouth. He sucked on her flesh then thrust his tongue back into her depths. He curled his tongue around hers, drawing it from her mouth into his own.

  He suckled on her flesh, making her sob with passion. He moved one of his hands down to her waist, stroking her warm, soft, silky flesh with his palm and fingers. He slowly slid his hand up to over her stomach until he reached the underside of her breast. His palm flattened over her ribs, his fingers long enough to touch the underside of her fleshy mound. He rubbed his thumb back and forth underneath her soft globe.

  He needed to feel her breast filling his hand, her nipple jutting into his palm. He moved up, enveloping her in his hand, kneading her soft, voluptuous skin. Her little pink-tipped nipple firmed beneath his touch, stabbing at him for more. He pinched her turgid peak between his thumb and finger, making her cry into his mouth once more. He moved his free hand down over her stomach until he reached the elastic at the top of her panties. He wanted to thrust his fingers into her cunt, wanted to see her ride his hand until she climaxed, but didn’t want to scare her off. So instead he slipped his hand beneath the elastic until he felt the little nub of flesh at the top of her pussy with his large finger.

  He pulled his hand from her panties, weaned his mouth from her own, and lifted his finger to his mouth as she watched him through heavy eyelids. He sucked his finger into his mouth, and when he pulled it out, he made sure he had saliva coating his digit. He slipped his hand back under the material of her panties and began massaging his finger over her engorged clit. He leaned down and forward, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked on her nipple, dragging it between his teeth, flicking his tongue over her hard peak until she was arching into his mouth and rocking her hips into his hand. He slid his hand to her lower belly, just above the top of her cunt, over her pubic mound.

  He pushed down on her resolutely then moved his hand around in slow massaging circles. He pressed his finger more firmly over her sensitive clit as he swirled and rubbed over her nerve endings. He could feel her stomach jumping and trembling beneath his hand and knew Felicity was close to reaching orgasm. He gently grazed his teeth over her nipple, slipped his thumb into her panties with his finger, and gently pinched her clitoris between the two.

  He opened his eyes, looked up, and watched as his woman threw her head back as she screamed out her release. Tom pulled his hand from her panties and his mouth from her breast, pulled her onto his lap, and held her as she quavered and trembled in his arms. She finally slumped against his body, totally relaxed for the first time since he, Luke, and Billy had entered her room. The only sound was the harsh, rapid breaths of all four adults.

  Tom felt a drop of moisture hit his chest, then another and another, until he realized it wasn’t sweat like he had believed. Felicity was crying quietly in his arms, and he had no idea why. He was about to find out though. He hoped they hadn’t scared her by coming on too strong with their feisty but submissive little woman. He eased her back from his chest so he could see her face, but she kept her head down, using her hair to hide her face. He tilted her face up to his with a knuckle then, using his free hand, he brushed her hair back from her face.

  “Open your eyes and look at me, baby,” Tom demanded. He would have laughed at her petulance when she scrunched her eyes tighter, her lower lip protruding into a pout, but he didn’t want to humiliate her and have her closing herself off from him, his brother, and his friend. He needed for Felicity to feel comfortable with them and come to them if she was upset or had a problem. “Now, Felicity.”

  Chapter Five

  Felicity finally opened her eyes and looked at Tom through her tears. She didn’t want to look but knew if she didn’t obey him, she would be in deep trouble, and that’s just what she wanted. They were all such dominant men. When they commanded or demanded, they expected to be obeyed immediately. She looked at Tom anxiously as he studied her face.

  “Why are you crying?”

  Felicity didn’t even know herself, so how the hell could he demand she explain it to him? “I don’t know,” she replied with a shrug of her shoulders, lowering her eyelashes to hide her bewilderment.

  Tom wouldn’t let her get away with not looking at him. He smacked her li
ghtly on the thigh, making her flinch with surprise and look at him in obfuscation. “Don’t look away from me when I’m talking to you. Now, tell me why you were crying.”

  “I don’t know,” Felicity wailed, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes again.

  Felicity felt the mattress dip behind her. Legs moved along beside hers, and a large, warm, masculine chest cuddled against her back. She turned her head to see Billy leaning over her body. He placed a comforting kiss on the naked skin of her shoulder then leaned his chin on her. Luke moved in from the side, took her hand in his, and began to rub her thigh in soothing strokes. She was surrounded by warmth, comfort, and affection. She’d never felt so protected in her life. It was too much to handle for someone who had never been cuddled or cared for. It was the catalyst that shattered the ice encasing her heart. She began to sob in earnest, and once she started, she couldn’t stop.

  She cried for the parents she never knew, for the lack of friends and companions she’d had to turn away over the years. She cried for her lonely, dried-up, spinster aunt who couldn’t show her how to love, and most of all, she cried for herself. She cried for all the loneliness and the lack of human contact throughout her entire life. Finally her tears slowed and stopped. She gave a few hiccups until she could finally breathe more easily. One of the men handed her some tissues, so she blew her nose, keeping her head lowered. She was so embarrassed over the way she had fallen apart and now understood why she had been crying, but she wanted to try and hide it from them. She needed to wrap herself up in that ice again, because if she didn’t she knew she would end up totally shattered.

  “Look at me, baby,” Tom commanded again.

  Felicity didn’t bother trying to hide this time. She could hear the frustration in Tom’s voice and didn’t want to give him any cause to be angry with her.

  “Why were you crying?”

  Felicity didn’t answer. She lowered her eyelashes once more, giving a negligible shrug of her shoulders.

  “I am not going to push you any more tonight, but be warned. From now on, you are our woman. You will not deny me, Billy, or Luke anything. If we ask you a question, you will answer immediately. If you have any problems, you will come to one of us and talk it through. If one of us upsets you, you will talk it out with that person and let them know how you feel. If you can’t resolve the problem between you and the other person, you will bring another of us in to act as mediator. You will not leave this ranch without telling one of us where you are going, how long you will be, and if necessary, you will take one of us with you. Do you understand what I am telling you?” Tom asked.

  Felicity couldn’t believe what he had just stated. He had said she was their woman. Did that mean she was going to be available to all three of them when they wanted to fuck? She jumped from the bed, grabbed her shirt, and pulled it over her head. She stood glaring at the three men looking at her expectantly.

  “Are you out of your fucking mind?” Felicity yelled. “How dare you tell me what I can and can’t do. How dare you think I’ll be a quick roll in the hay for you to relieve an itch. Who the hell do you think you are? I don’t answer to you or anyone else. God, your ego is so big it’s a wonder your head hasn’t exploded.”

  Felicity let her eyes rake over the three men staring at her from the bed as she stopped her ranting. She watched as their eyes changed from astonishment to anger in the blink of her eye. Uh-oh. She was in deep shit. She spun on her heels, slammed into the bathroom, and locked the door. She covered her mouth as a hysterical giggle threatened to erupt. The look on Tom’s face as she slammed and locked the door before he could reach her was not pleasant. In fact, it was downright furious. She was contemplating if it would be in her best interests to pack up her car and steal away in the night. The thought of leaving the Double E Ranch, but more importantly the three men living in the ranch house, sent a shard of pain piercing through her heart.

  In spite of everything, she knew she was falling in love with them. Oh no, please no. She didn’t want to be in love with those three men. They would break her heart. She knew there was no way in hell she would survive having her heart shattered by them. She was going to have to leave. She sat down on the closed toilet lid in defeat. She was going to miss them so much. She had no idea when they had crept in under her skin and taken her heart into the palm of their hands. Maybe she could get Jack to help her. He was such a nice man. They had become good friends practically from the first day she had arrived on the Double E Ranch. Yeah, Jack would help her sneak out.

  Felicity had heard the three men stomp out of her bedroom, but she was cautious and peeked through a gap in the door before exiting the bathroom. She began to pack up her stuff and hid what she could in the closets and bathroom. If everything went according to plan, maybe she wouldn’t need to ask Jack for help after all. The more she thought about it, the more she was determined to leave in the early hours of the morning. It was better if she didn’t talk to Jack since he was the ranch foreman. Even though she liked him and he seemed to like her, because he was in charge of the ranch hands, he might get it into his head to let his bosses know what she was up to.

  Once Felicity had everything organized, she slid into bed, hoping to catch a couple of hours sleep before she could sneak her belongings to her car. Not that she had much stuff, but someone would definitely notice her forays in and out of the house with her couple of boxes and case of clothing. If she encountered anyone, she would act as if nothing was wrong. She would have to figure out what to tell them about her being up and about in the early hours, if she got caught. But she didn’t think she would have any problems. She planned to be well and truly on her way by 3:00 a.m. It should be a piece of cake.

  Then why the hell did she feel so miserable?

  * * * *

  “Do you have any idea what the hell that was about?” Luke asked as he sat on the living room sofa drinking coffee.

  “No. Has she said anything to you, Billy?” Tom asked.

  “Nope. I mean, what the hell? It looked like she was so full of pain, like her heart was breaking, with her crying so much. I wish she would open up and talk to us. God, who knew it would be so hard to start courting a woman?” Billy asked.

  “She’s only really been seen talking to Jack. Maybe we should call him over from the bunkhouse, see if he knows anything about her,” Tom queried.

  “I’ll go get him,” Billy stated.

  Luke watched as his friend’s long legs ate up the distance to the back door rapidly. He wasn’t surprised when Billy was back ten minutes later, Jack at his side. The two men took seats and looked at him then Tom.

  “Thanks for coming over, Jack. We have a few questions to ask you regarding Felicity. Does she talk to you much besides ranch business?” Tom asked.

  Luke saw Jack relax back into his seat, and knew the man had been concerned over being asked up to the house. Luke and his friends began trying to pump Jack for information about Felicity. He admired the way Jack took his time to think over his thoughts before he began to speak.

  “I know her parents died when she was just a toddler. I asked her about them one day, and she said she couldn’t remember her parents and went on to explain why. She didn’t tell me how they died though.”

  “Can you remember anything else?” Luke asked, leaning forward, waiting for a reply.

  “I think she said an elderly maiden aunt raised her, but she didn’t go into any detail. Oh, she’s been on her own since she was seventeen. That I do remember. I thought it was way too young for a female to have to be alone. Can I enquire why all the questions?” Jack asked curiously.

  “We want to claim her as ours. We laid down the law to her tonight, and she got upset. Her tears were nearly more than we could bear. Then she had the audacity to yell at us and lock herself in the bathroom,” Billy stated. Luke watched in amazement as Jack threw his head back and burst out laughing.

  “I’m sorry. I know it probably doesn’t seem funny to you, but I just had a p
icture of that tiny woman going at you then storming off in a temper. She’s such a feisty little thing. She can be so cool and controlled, but when her temper gets the better of her, boy, she nearly singes you with her fire.”

  “Hmm, I think you’ve hit on something there, Jack. Thanks for coming over and talking to us,” Luke said then shook Jack’s hand. Tom and Billy rose to their feet, thanking him and shaking Jack’s hand as well. Luke watched the foreman leave, the man still chuckling every now and then, shaking his head, until he was gone, exiting the back door, closing it behind him.

  “You know, what Jack said makes sense. I think our little Flick has been hurt badly in the past. She has built walls so high around herself, trying to keep people out. She is so full of passion, but I don’t think she even knows it. I have a feeling she’s buried her true self and has no idea who she is inside. I think we need to break down those walls she’s built up as protection. We are going to have to be there when those walls come tumbling down. There is no way in hell I’m letting another man near her when her true self begins to show,” Luke stated.

  Luke had decided Flick was an apt nickname for their woman, as she was always flicking her ponytail back off her shoulders and because he knew she liked it. Every time he called her Flick, she’d smile and toss back her bound hair again. He sometimes saw sadness in her eyes, too, and wondered why. He wanted to ask her, but he wanted her to come to him and tell him why she was sad at times.

  “I think you may be right, Luke. Those tears are a testament that we’re getting to her. I believe she honestly doesn’t know what she’s feeling. But how the hell do we break down those walls?” Tom asked.