Absentminded Angel [Divine Creek Ranch 20] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Heather Rainier

  Kendry caressed her ass cheek and then gave it several rhythmic pops in a row, nothing too hard, just testing her tolerance. The heat in Kendry’s eyes flared and his jaw dropped for a second but he kept fucking her at the same pace. “You liked that, didn’t you, pussy cat?”

  She let out a sweet, sexy sound and arched her back and Kendry switched to the other ass cheek and gave her several more pops. Her cheeks grew rosier, and as Kendry switched back and forth between each side, Jared could see the anticipation grow for each pop. Sometimes Kendry made her wait and sometimes he surprised her with several quick pops in a row.

  Kendry never took his eyes or his focus off of her and Jared could see how much he was enjoying himself as he watched her take his cock. “Pussy cat, you make me crazy.”

  The slick sounds of flesh sliding and pounding together made him even harder, and as his release burned through him, he growled. “Get ready, angel. Fuck, I’m coming!”

  Crooning as she sucked his cock, she swallowed every pulsing burst before she gently released him. She was breathless and flushed with passion as she kissed his spent, tingling shaft and braced herself. “Fuck me, Kendry. Harder.”

  Kendry just chuckled and slid his hands up her rib cage to her breasts and eased her against his back and then nodded at Jared. “Jared wants your sweet little nipples.”

  Jared moved to his knees and licked one hardened peak, loving her flavor but being careful to not suck. Kendry tilted her hips and he took that chance to stroke her clit, finding her drenched and the tight bundle of nerves swollen and hot. “Imagine, angel. Me in front of you, fucking you, while Kendry slides his dick in your tight, little ass. Both of us inside you, fucking you, coming inside you and getting you even hotter and slicker.”

  She bucked between them and sank her nails into his shoulders as she came, moaning deeply, attempting to keep the cry in so she wouldn’t disturb the baby. “Oh, fuck me,” she whimpered, her hips undulating slowly as she rode each wave.

  Kendry picked up his pace, groaning softly as he wrapped his arms around her. He seated his cock deep and came as he panted into her neck. “Damn.”

  The three of them collapsed in the tangled sheets, and she giggled as she caught her breath. “Santa Claus did in fact come.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Presley Ann walked into the Dancing Pony arm in arm with both her men. Whit was with his grandfather and his Uncle Marvin, who had both assured her that they could handle one little baby for an overnight visit. Presley Ann knew they could handle Whit. She was more concerned about whether she could handle being away from him overnight.

  “He’s fine, angel,” Jared said as he patted her hand.

  “We can check on him later in the evening if you want,” Kendry murmured as he reached for the door. “Relax and let us show you a good time, kitten. You look beautiful.”

  A blush heated her cheeks as both men smiled at her. “Thank you.” She’d nearly changed twice before leaving the house. They’d reacted favorably to the body-skimming black and silver halter maxi dress but she’d worried that she’d overdressed. The heat smoldering in Jared’s gaze had reassured her as he’d stroked her bared collar bone and told her that plenty of people would be dressed up for the Dancing Pony New Year’s Eve Bash.

  Live music greeted them as they walked into the darkened club. Ethan and Ben had hired a band that was touring and working on making a name for themselves in country and western music. After paying the cover charge to get inside, Jared and Kendry stopped at the bar to get them drinks. Kendry waved at their group, clustered around a group of tables at the other end of the bar.

  Veronica and her men greeted them, along with Charlotta and her men, Jesse and Barry. Presley Ann introduced the brothers who had saved her that day at Rudy’s, and Jared and Kendry were vocal with their gratitude for Veronica’s brothers watching out for her like that. Once again, Presley Ann noticed that Jesse and Barry seemed reluctant to accept the praise. Hank pulled out a chair for Presley Ann to sit in as more of their friends arrived.

  The band was good and people were coming and going from the dance floor. A hand landed gently on her shoulder. She turned and then smiled cautiously as she looked up at Cody Welsh, Spencer Ketchum, and Heath Lindsey, known affectionately among their friends as “the bears.”

  “Hello, gentlemen,” she said, relieved when, for once, she didn’t flush when faced with men she’d flirted her ass off with in her previous life. Months before, she’d been tempted to just go on with her life, pretending like she’d never done that, but moments like this made her happy that she’d systematically—and bravely—sought out Lydia, Lucy, Maizy, Camilla, Jayne, Gwen and all the other women she counted as friends now, whose men she’d flirted with over the years. She gave each of them a hug and said, “Where’s Maizy?”

  Heath said, “We just got here with Lucy, Patrick, and Beck. She’s with them at the bar, talking to Ben and Ethan. You’re lookin’ particularly beautiful tonight, Presley Ann.” His eyes twinkled as he lifted her hand to kiss her knuckles, the shameless flirt.

  Presley Ann giggled when she heard a territorial growl behind her. Heath looked down at her hand and his eyebrows shot up. He lifted her hand so Spencer and Cody so they could see her engagement ring. “Check it out. Presley Ann is off the market!”

  Turning to the side, she made the introductions between the bears and her men and then laughed as Maizy burst in between her husbands, squealed, and threw her arms around Presley Ann. “I heard your wonderful news! Congratulations!”

  As she was hugged hard, warmth filled Presley Ann’s chest. Yeah, she was really glad she’d swallowed her pride and reached out to all these people. As Maizy ogled the diamond engagement ring, she was joined by Lucy, who also hugged and congratulated her. Lucy was also dressed up in a corset and long, ruffled taffeta skirt and a lovely sheer black shawl. Presley Ann did a double take and said, “Hey, I remember that corset!”

  Lucy burst into laughter and said, “I decided it would work as more than just a Halloween costume. Your reaction was priceless! Only this time, the laces are all tucked in the back so no heinous witches can untie me.”

  Beck leaned in a kissed her cheek. “Yeah, it was kinda fun tyin’ you back up into that thing, wasn’t it, Juicy Lucy?” He turned to Presley Ann and said, “I’ve been waiting to hear how things are going with your business.”

  Presley Ann gently bumped his uplifted fist and said, “It’s awesome. The move hardly slowed me down at all and I was able to get several orders turned in to the retailers. Summer got me in touch with several other business owners in the Morehead area and I’m attending a women’s business association luncheon with her next month. Thank you for pushing me to reach out to her. And between Lucy and Leah, I have a handle on the money aspect of the business, too. That was the part that worried me the most.”

  Beck grinned at her and nodded. “It looks like being self-employed agrees with you, as well as being engaged, so I’ve heard.”

  She nodded. “It’s equal parts scary and exhilarating.”

  “Sounds like you’re doing it right, then. Listen,” he said as he leaned toward her a little. “I never said it before, but I wanted to thank you.”

  Presley Ann looked up into his face, utterly confused. “Me? For what?”

  Beck chewed on his lower lip for a second, as if choosing his words, and then glanced at where she assumed her men were standing as they talked with friends, too. “I’m not bringing this up to embarrass you or anything, but you remember when you untied Lucy’s corset strings on Halloween a couple of years ago? I wanted to thank you for that.”

  With a snort, she put her hands on her cheeks which were now heating up. “That was so hateful of me. Why in the world would you thank me for that?”

  Now Beck looked a little embarrassed and he patted her on the shoulder. “As usual, I’m sticking my foot in my mouth. That’s all in the past and I know you and Lucy are tight, but here’s the thing…You pulling that
little stunt, was kind of a wake-up call for me. I had to help her out of that situation because it was clear she was coming out of the thing right there in front of everyone. Thinking of that happening to her, and how embarrassed she’d be, pissed me off…and got me out of my chair. She was vulnerable and needed help. After that I started questioning why I was holding her at arm’s length. So, yeah…thanks for that.” Beck grinned. “Plus, she looks great in that corset, doesn’t she?” His gaze slid to his wife, who blushed when she caught him looking at her and giggled as she elbowed him in the ribs.

  “She does, Beck. Thank you for telling me that. Sometimes bad things happen but the outcome is a good one.”

  “How’s your boy? Heard you had a little drama the other day. You okay?” She appreciated that he left the rest unsaid. Rumors had been flying around Divine for days, but she’d kept mum with everyone but her men and her dad and sister. It was a matter of time before word got out because too many people had seen them talking with the Strong brothers at O’Reilley’s. All she could do was wait and pray.

  Presley Ann nodded. “He’s fine, and so am I. People will find something new to gossip about soon.”

  “You need any help, you just say the word. You have our phone numbers?”

  Presley Ann nodded, truly grateful for the show of support. Several other friends had been in touch in the last few days, not to ask questions, but to let her know they had her back no matter what. Tears misted her eyes, the ache in her heart growing as she thought of how wonderful it was to have such great friends.

  Presley Ann had just lifted her Divine Margarita to her lips when a familiar, work-roughened hand gently stroked her neck. “Have I mentioned how beautiful you are tonight?” Jared murmured near her ear. Licking the hint of salt from her lips, she turned to him, loving the way his arms felt as he gathered her close. “You okay?”

  “Perfect.”

  “Dance with me?”

  She glanced at Kendry, who was in conversation with Hank Stinson and Travis McDaniel. He winked at her and nodded. He knew she needed the time on the dance floor with Jared without being told. She squeezed his muscular biceps, silently promising him the same.

  Jared took the margarita glass from her hand and set it back on the table. She felt lighter than a feather as she drew in a shaky breath, following behind that wonderful man as the band finished their song. Yeah, sometimes bad circumstances lead to good outcomes.

  Electric guitar and a syncopated drum rhythm began playing as the lights went down a little. She didn’t listen to country music much, but even she recognized the seductive cadence of Jason Aldean’s “Burnin’ It Down” as the band’s vocalist sang the opening verse.

  Jared looked down at her as he pulled her close on the crowded dance floor. All she could see were his light-colored eyes, which were a pale, hypnotic gray under the flashing, sparkling lights. He slid his warm hand over her bare shoulder blades, sending a sizzle through her torso and down between her legs, as he tilted his head down and nuzzled beneath her ear.

  Even though they were occasionally bumped or jostled, it might as well have been just the two of them out there.

  She caressed the nape of his neck and smiled as he groaned and pulled her closer, pressing her abundant, unencumbered breasts against his chest. Her nipples went diamond hard and the warm ache in her pussy grew to nearly painful proportions when she felt the thick ridge of his cock as he glided his hand down her back to just above her ass and held her against him. Power and wantonness—and maybe the tequila—made her bold as she felt his fingers move against her hip, discovering the thin elastic strap of the G-string she wore beneath the dress.

  “You’re killing me, woman,” he whispered, sending a wave of shivers down her back as his breath whispered over her sensitive flesh.

  “That’s all I have on underneath this dress,” she whispered before nibbling at his earlobe. She sent up a prayer of thanks for finding the beautiful black and silver dress on sale. The pattern hid a multitude of sins but the body-hugging lines made her feel incredibly sexy, and having his hands on her and hearing his reaction made her feel like a sex goddess. She bit her lip and didn’t resist the urge to rub her hips against him as she moved with the erotic lyrics and rhythm of the music.

  “Keep teasing me like that and you’re getting a spanking, angel.”

  A woman’s power and self-confidence rippled up her spine as she slowly rubbed him again, purposely tempting him. “Maybe I’m a fallen angel in need of punishment.”

  His eyes positively glowed. “Or maybe you’re an absentminded angel who’s forgotten that spanking your gorgeous ass isn’t a hardship for either of your men. Keep it up and everyone will know how much I want you.”

  She chuckled and let her hand slide down his back until her fingertips found the back pocket on his jeans and she slid her hand inside. He growled as she stroked his muscular butt and rose up on tiptoe to kiss his throat. “I want you, too.”

  His smile warmed her from head to toe. “We keep this up much longer and we won’t make it to midnight.”

  “Besides the G-string, did I mention that this dress unties at the neck? That makes for really easy—” She gasped as he raked his teeth along her throat. Her G-string was soaked in the next heartbeat.

  “You were saying?” he murmured as he dug his fingertips into the flesh at her hips.

  “It’s really easy access.”

  “I love easy access. You need more clothing with easy access. Better yet, you need to not wear clothes…anymore.” She trembled as he nuzzled beneath her ear.

  “No clothing? How shocking.”

  “No. Sexy. Very sexy.”

  Her pussy quivered and ached, and she could practically feel him surging inside her already. “I don’t care if we make it to midnight, or even if we make it home first.”

  His chuckle had a devilish quality to it as he said, “Oh, we’re making it to midnight, angel. I’m not the only one who’s getting tortured. We have the whole evening ahead of us and a naughty little angel to play with.”

  “Holy hell,” she said with a whimper. He practically had her panting as she imagined all the possibilities she saw in his eyes.

  “Maybe for you, angel, but I’m looking forward to licking that heavenly little pussy of yours the second we get you alone.” She missed a step in the dance and whimpered. “You okay?” he asked with a chuckle.

  “I think I just came a little.”

  He gave her a playful shocked look and then kissed her forehead as the song ended. It was a good thing he kept his arm around her waist as he escorted her from the dance floor as the band launched into a cover of the classic Eagles hit “Heartache Tonight.”

  Kendry reached out for her with warm eyes as Hank and Travis spoke. Jared released her and she went to Kendry for a kiss as Veronica joined them. Her brows were drawn and her voice had an urgent quality to it as she spoke quickly to Hank and Travis. “I’m sure it was them, Hank. I watched them walk in. They were arguing with the bouncers, about the cover charge, I guess. Assholes.”

  “You’re sure it was them?” Travis asked as he and Hank craned their necks and looked across the crowded club.

  “Yes. They were both wearing ball caps and black shirts,” Veronica said. Presley Ann had no idea what they were talking about but knew it was serious when Jesse and Barry suddenly appeared at Veronica’s side.

  Jesse said, “Sis, you’re not gonna believe this—”

  Veronica turned to him and said, “Phil and Gord are here. Did you see them, too? I hoped I was wrong. Damn it, where’s Kemp and his roll of duct tape when I need him?”

  Hank shook his head and laughed as he stroked her shoulder. “You stay here with the girls and I’ll go investigate. Deke Lawson from the BLM sent me the file so I’ll know them when I see them—”

  A pained scream split erupted from the area in center area in front of the bar and Ethan jumped the bar as fists suddenly began flying. One of the bouncers joined the fray, along w
ith Eli Wolf, Ben Lawrence, Hank, Travis, and Leah’s husbands, Vincent and James Elder.

  All the girls, including Presley Ann, were gently grabbed and herded into the back corner behind the tables as the tussle turned into a brawl and surged in their direction. Hank dodged a flying chair, which Travis caught and set down. Shouting and cursing was interrupted only by the sounds of fists impacting with flesh.

  Aggression tore through the festive atmosphere as the attention of the entire club was turned to the fight, which by now included at least ten men. In the midst of the brawl, several frightened women were trapped against the wooden bar with no way to escape and trying to shield themselves from being hit or injured.

  Over the screaming, she could hear the men shouting at each other, and behind her she could hear Lucy speaking. “What got them all riled up?”

  She didn’t know her all that well, but Presley Ann recognized Charlotta’s voice when she said, “Bet me there’s a woman at the center of that pissing contest.”

  Camilla chuckled and said, “Well, at least our overprotective Neanderthals can’t blame it on us. We weren’t having a girl’s dance or anything.”

  Charlotta snorted and said, “Maybe not, but we were planning on it.”

  “Oh, yeah. Totally,” Camilla said. Presley Ann turned back in time to catch the two women fist bumping each other. “Now that they’ve released all that testosterone we can dance without the guys worrying.”

  Rachel Wolf snorted from the back of the group and said, “Wish it worked that way. Those assholes should’ve taken their fight, whether it’s over a woman or not, outside instead of breaking up our party.”

  “Oh, please,” Charlotta said with a snort. “You’re just hoping your man releases some of that testosterone on you tonight.”

  A few minutes later, after the fight had been broken up and the responsible parties ejected from the club, Hank, Travis, Jesse, and Barry returned to the tables. “Nika, we couldn’t find them. It’s possible that they may have changed their minds about coming in when the fight broke out, since they’d want to steer clear of law enforcement.”