Monroe, Melody S. - Deception Fantasy [Fantasy Resort 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Melody Snow Monroe

  Too bad he couldn’t enjoy her house when he realized how pissed she was. It made no sense. Jack and he hadn’t done anything wrong. Yes, they’d broken the rules by making love to her, but she’d initiated it as much as they had.

  He stood in the middle of the living room, not sure how to explain what was in his heart. “You got a beer or something?” He sounded like a fifteen-year-old, not even sophisticated enough to have a smooth move in his arsenal.

  “Sure.”

  The fridge door opened, and bottles clanked. She returned with one beer. Not what he had in mind. “You won’t join me?”

  “No.” Ouch. She motioned he take a seat on the chair. Instead he sat on the sofa next to her.

  “Talk to me, sugar.”

  She glanced away and inhaled before turning back to him. “That’s part of the problem. It’s all the sugar talk, the darlin’ speak Jack uses. It’s fake. You two don’t have an accent. How do you expect me to be able to tell what’s coming from you and what’s been scripted by the resort?”

  Jeez. Didn’t see that one coming. He never expected her to doubt his motives. He tapped his chest. “Other than the endearments, everything we said to you came from my heart, and I know it came from Jack’s too. Diana, I want you and need you. Can’t you see that?” Saying he loved her would be too big of a leap for him, even though he knew he did.

  “You loved fucking me.” Her face didn’t light up like it usually did when she talked dirty.

  He grinned. “You got that right.” Then he sobered, not wanting her to think he treated what they had as a joke. “Don’t get me wrong. For me, what we had between us was a lot more than sex.”

  His usual MO would be to pull her to him and kiss her until she gave in. With Diana, he didn’t want to mess things up any more, so he waited for her to respond.

  Go slow.

  She wrapped her long, sexy legs under her. She smelled of sunshine with a hint of lavender perfume. “How was it more than just sex? What is there?”

  Love. A life connection. “A comfortable sense of well-being when we’re together.” He took her hand in his and lightly rubbed his thumb over her palm. “Look, my life wasn’t the best growing up. We didn’t have much money.” He wanted to say more, but he had to think how to tell her about his dad.

  “You dressed like everyone else. I never guessed.” She didn’t seem surprised by his admittance that he didn’t have much money. Maybe she’d heard about his circumstance.

  “I was on full scholarship at Prep. I also got a job at the Dairy Queen over the summer and saved every penny. I bought my own gas, clothes, and lunch, but that’s all. Jack always paid for everything else we did.” He dragged a hand down his chin. “Maybe that’s why I always hung with him. He allowed me to have the façade of belonging.”

  “I didn’t know that.”

  With his other hand, he fingered the blonde strands of her ponytail. “I know I looked happy, looked like I had it all, but I was really lonely, too. I went through high school pretending everything was good. I think I’ve lived with my head in the sand ever since, telling myself I’m happy. But I wasn’t, only I didn’t know what I wanted until I met you.”

  She pressed her lips together, and he wanted to kiss her, to smooth out the disbelief.

  “You had it all in high school. You were the star athlete and had at least ten girls hanging on you all the time.”

  “Didn’t mean I wasn’t lonely, that I didn’t want someone to see me for me, to care for me and know what I wanted in life. Most of the girls wanted the status of dating a football star.”

  She glanced down at her hand. “I always thought you were hiding something.”

  “I was. Maybe you were the only one to see through the façade. I wish we’d talked back then.” She leaned closer, and her delicate scent curled around his heart. If he couldn’t come clean with her, there was no chance of them being together. “The real truth was that my father beat my mother and hit me more times than I can remember.”

  She sucked in a breath. “Oh, my God. I never knew. I’m so sorry.”

  When she ran a hand down his arm, he wanted to press her to his chest and hold her forever. “I didn’t tell you that so you’d feel sorry for me. I told you because I want you to understand why I ended up pushing people away my whole life. I knew you liked me, that you went to every game, and that you risked losing a scholarship to college when you agreed to write my Shakespeare paper.”

  Her brows rose. “You did?” Understanding seemed to dawn on her. “You never could show you cared about anyone for fear they’d hurt you, right?”

  He dropped his head back. Her conclusion was a good, but wrong. “Close, but no. It was because I feared I’d hurt them. For years I thought I’d be like my dad and grow up to be an abuser.”

  She cupped his cheek. “You never would hurt anyone.”

  Her strong conviction bolstered his heart. “I’d like to think so. It’s taken me years to give myself permission to believe I could be a good guy, but when you close your heart for so long, it’s really hard to open it up again.” He shifted position on the sofa to face her. “When you came into our lives, that release of fear happened. Maybe you reminded me of the good in the world, I don’t know.” He looked down at her and his gaze traveled from her dreamy hazel eyes to the tits he wanted to suckle.

  “Trace, don’t do this to me. I want you so bad my pussy is wet, but if we make love and you leave, I’ll crack. I’ve been alone my whole life. Until I found you two, I was a little lost, and I never want to be there again.”

  The desperation in her voice tore at him, but at the same time, joy spread through him. She hadn’t left because she didn’t want them. She’d left because she wanted them maybe too much. “I promise. I’m here for the long haul.”

  Without asking permission, he captured her lips and pressed her soft, wonderful body to his chest. He wanted to slow down, to touch her warm, soft skin for hours, but he couldn’t seem to control himself. He lifted her shirt over her head and pulled down the straps of her bra.

  He buried his face in her hair. “Since our time in the tent, I’ve dreamed of tasting you.”

  She laughed. “You see? All you want is my wet pussy strangling your hard cock.”

  Her words undid him. He flipped her on her back and tugged off her shoes and pants. “I love your body.”

  He stood for a moment and tore off his clothes. Naked, he dropped on top of her.

  She dragged her nails lightly over his back. “I can say the same for you.”

  He jumped up and pulled her to his chest, wanting to be able to touch all of her. He walked her backwards until she bumped into the wall. Dropping to his knees, he pulled down her panties and pressed his cheek against her wonderful, bare mound.

  “I could stay here forever, inhaling your scent, feeling your softness against me.”

  “But your cock would take over and tell you to do something more.”

  She did understand him. “Yeah.”

  “Smart cock.”

  He laughed at the thought of a whole new world opening before him. He separated her pussy lips and licked her gently. When she moaned, his cock grew more rigid. To satisfy her and further excite him, he dipped one finger into her wetness. “You want me.” That wasn’t just an opinion but a clear fact.

  “Maybe.”

  There was no maybe about it. Now wasn’t the time to be gentle. He stood and lifted her up. “Wrap your legs around me so I can fuck you proper.”

  “You want it with sugar on top?”

  “Sugar, I want to fuck you. Better?”

  With her thighs wide, he sank into her, and his mind went blank. This is where he needed to be. He loved her and had to have her. Forever, if she’d have him. Diana seemed to need to be in control of the rhythm, so he let her set the tempo. She pressed her feet against his thighs and pumped up and down, her beautiful tits coming close enough to capture.

  His breath lodged in his throat as he gently b
it the hardened crest of her nipples. She moaned and he increased the pressure of the assault. He’d nip then suckle. His hands grabbed her ass and stretched her cheeks wide. Every inch of this woman turned him on.

  Her breaths turned rapid and her eyes squeezed shut. He knew the look. She was close to exploding.

  “You need to slow down.” He didn’t want her to, but if she milked him once more with her pussy, he’d come.

  “Trace!”

  Her plea sent him spiraling out of control and he let go, sending his seed into her. Her pussy walls clenched and clenched as she reached her peak.

  Spent, their breaths mingled as she bent down to kiss him. “I love being with you.”

  “Me too.” He patted her back, incapable of speech. He lifted her up and set her down. “Uh-oh. I didn’t use a condom. I’m so sorry.”

  “That’s okay.”

  He didn’t want to ask if she was on the pill. “We need to clean you up. What do you think about a warm shower?”

  “You have the energy?”

  In truth, he wondered if he’d make it back to the couch. “You’re right. Not yet.” Taking her hand, he managed to move back to the sofa. With her discarded top, he sopped up the cum dribbling down her leg.

  “That was my good shirt.”

  “Now every time you wear it, you can think of me.”

  * * * *

  Diana had never been more sated, but something was missing in her life, and that something was Jack. She thought one man would be enough, should be enough, but she so enjoyed the added joy Jack brought to their three-way relationship. She loved his laughter and his lighthearted attitude toward life. Maybe she shouldn’t want two men, but she did.

  Trace leaned over and kissed her ever so lightly. Her nipples hardened. No way could she be excited again when they’d just made wonderful love.

  He tapped her nose. “Something wrong?”

  “How could anything be wrong?”

  “You looked dreamy as if you were thinking of Jack.”

  How had he guessed? Dare she tell him? Would he think what they had together wasn’t enough? If she couldn’t be honest with the man she loved, then what kind of relationship could they have?

  Love? Was that what this was?

  Yes.

  “A little.”

  “I’m thinking of him too. I know how much joy I see in your eyes when we both pleasure you.”

  “It’s true, so why isn’t he here with you? Didn’t he want to come? And don’t tell me he needs to take care of family business.”

  Trace’s mouth firmed. “He doesn’t think he’s worthy.”

  “Worthy of me? That sounds so old-fashioned.”

  “I think he doesn’t think he’s good enough for you. He doesn’t like who he is.”

  She leaned back against the sofa. “He’s Jack, a man who’s fun loving and carefree. How could anyone not like that?”

  “Because once he left the Peace Corps, he’s had no goals in life. I think he, too, was hiding from something or someone. He’s back at the family ranch to straighten things out.”

  “Family ranch?”

  “Yeah. You didn’t know his father owns the Double-D ranch south of here?”

  That ranch was known throughout the state. It must be worth millions. “No. He never acted like he had a lot of money.”

  “He never considered it his money since he didn’t earn it.” Trace slipped his hands under her and drew her onto his lap. His cock nudged her opening.

  “What should we do?”

  “I think if we really want Jack in our lives, you should drive down there and show him what he means to you.”

  “Me? Why not you?”

  “He knows I think the three of us would be perfect together. What he needs is to hear it from you. It’s the only way to make him believe.”

  She leaned over and tasted his lips. “Do I have to go right now?”

  “That would be a no. I have other plans for you.”

  * * * *

  She wasn’t sure what she was going to say when she saw Jack. Trace told her Jack hadn’t seen his family in over two years and that the split hadn’t been a good one. Jack claimed the responsibility of running such a big empire had never appealed to him. That is, until he met her.

  Really? He wanted to change his life because of her? That was a lot to take in.

  But she wanted him. That was no lie.

  She sucked in a large breath and turned onto Double-D land. Acres upon acres of pastureland appeared before her, dotted with cows and horses. She’d passed this stretch of land while driving south many times but never had been on the property. The ranch was truly magnificent. No surprise, the home was large and sprawling, but there was something about the style that made it cozy looking. Maybe it was the fact it could use another coat of white paint, but the small disrepair didn’t diminish the grandeur of the home.

  Several cars were parked in front, including Jack’s truck. She got out and stretched. The smell of sage filled her nose, which was one of her favorite smells, but today it didn’t take away the nerves racing up her spine.

  She rang the bell, tugged on her skirt, and waited, her palms already sweaty.

  A willowy woman in her fifties wearing a worn apron answered. “Yes?”

  “Hi, I’m a friend of Jack’s. Is he here?”

  The woman smiled and dragged her gaze from Diana’s windblown hair to her sandals. “He’s in the barn.”

  Diana looked around, trying to figure out which building was the barn.

  After she could see the confusion on her face, the woman pointed to the large structure slightly behind the house. About two acres separated the two buildings.

  “Thanks.”

  “Are you one of Jack’s girls?”

  Tension shot through her shoulders. Was she one of his girls? She bet he’d had hundreds of girls or women show up at the house begging to be with him, especially during his years at Flagstaff Prep.

  She cleared her throat wondering how she was supposed to answer that question. “Yes. We’re friends.” No way could she say I got reacquainted four days ago and fucked him silly last night in a tent while sharing my body with another man.

  “Sure, dear.”

  Clearly this woman had heard that line before. Her cheeks heated, and she took off to find Jack, not sure if she wouldn’t be better off jumping back in her car and leaving. Trace claimed his friend had changed, but had he really? Was she diving into something that wouldn’t end well?

  When she got there, the barn door was wide open. The rich smell of hay, horse manure, and leather hit her at once. Not an unpleasant odor, but something to get used to. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been surrounded by so many animals.

  She glanced around. A well-built cowboy was hunched over a saddle, polishing the leather. She didn’t see Jack anywhere.

  “Excuse me?”

  The man stopped his work and looked up. A broad smile lit his face. He looked to be in his midtwenties with a strong jaw and intense blue eyes. “Hello, back.” He stood, wiped his hands on his well-worn jeans, and held out his hands. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

  “I’m looking for Jack.”

  Something flicked across his eyes, but she couldn’t tell the emotion. “He’s in the back, but be careful. He’s in a foul mood, though I’d bet you could lighten it for him.”

  Jeez. Did everyone take one look at her and think she was an easy lay or something? Maybe only loose women came here.

  “I’m not sure, but I’ll try.” God, that hadn’t come out right.

  She carefully walked to where the young man directed. Sounds of equipment jingling came from behind a closed door. Believing she’d found Jack, she eased open the door, and her heart soared at the sight of him. His back was damp with sweat and his hands dirty. Clearly, he’d spent the day working hard. Good for him.

  “Jack?”

  He jerked around and practically glared at her. “Diana? What do you w
ant?”

  Well, that wasn’t the reaction she expected. “I want to talk to you.”

  He turned his back and continued working on the task, doing what, she couldn’t tell.

  “Got nothing to talk about,” he mumbled.

  All of her training ignited. “I think we do. According to Trace, you quit your job and came home after being away for a few years.” She stepped closer. “I think that could be a topic of conversation.”

  “You got the gist. Don’t need to discuss it further.”

  She had a few options. Walk out now and tell Trace it was just the two of them, or she could try to put Jack in a more talkative mood. She had several ideas how to do that.

  “I missed you.”

  “You missed my cock.” He spun around. “If you recall, you walked out on us, not the other way around.”

  His statement was harsh but true. “Trace came to back to Flagstaff. He’s going to stay around, so I don’t need your cock, as you nicely put it.” His shoulders stiffened. “But I want you back in my life.”

  His hands loosened their grip on the hammer. “Then why did you leave without a word?”

  She thought she’d explained well enough in her letter. “Because I knew you’d both be pissed that I’d deceived you, that I let you make love to Laurel Diana Bowman. I thought you’d be so disgusted that you wouldn’t want to see me again. Ever. So I left to avoid the disappointment on your faces.”

  “Wasn’t like that.”

  “I know that now. Trace told me.” Maybe if she got him jealous, he’d want to claim her. But even if he tried, would he be comfortable with the three of them together? She wasn’t willing to give up Trace for Jack any more than she was willing to give up Jack for Trace.

  “So, it’s Trace and you now?”

  He might be jealous. “Don’t do this to yourself. I came to tell you we both want you back.”

  “Is that so?”

  Clearly the man was fighting demons. If her words meant little, she’d show him what he meant to her. She grabbed the hem of her thick shirt and lifted it over her head. Wouldn’t he be pleasantly surprised to see her naked tits?