What Her Heart Desires [Loving in Silver 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Lynn Stark

  She was riding Chance and kissing Chase, who was kneeling beside their lover, when Kane moved in behind her, straddling Chance’s long legs as he did so. She broke off the kiss with Chase as large hands stroked her ass before parting the mounds. The pucker of her asshole was teased, causing her to shudder with pleasure and anticipation. Chance smiled as he drew her down to him. Their mouths locked in a feverish kiss. Ellen was slightly startled by something cool dribbling down the crack of her ass. She moaned into Chance’s mouth as his tongue stroked hers.

  The finger pushing into her ass was an exciting turn of events. It was going to happen. They were going to fuck her ass and pussy. Pleasure rippled over Ellen’s skin as Kane began to stretch the tight ring of muscles. She lifted her mouth from Chance’s. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to relax. There was some pain, but it faded fast enough that she didn’t consider stopping. The anticipation she was experiencing was growing. Lowering her head, she kissed Chance again. His hands were on her, stroking along the sides of her torso and up over her hips. Her own hands were busy as well, touching and exploring every inch of Chance she could reach.

  The slick fingers in her ass were stretching her wide. It wouldn’t be long before Kane pushed his impressive flesh into her dark channel. Anticipation buzzed through her body like electricity.

  “Now I’m going to fuck your pretty pink hole,” Kane told Ellen, his voice dark and rough with desire. The sound skated over her skin, setting it afire. The promise shot straight to the center of her being, claiming her.

  Ellen moaned when the head of Kane’s cock popped through. Her heart pounded in her chest. She had to stop kissing Chance, because at that moment there was no way she could possibly do two things at once.

  With Chance’s cock filling her pussy so wonderfully, it was a tight fit. Kane took his time, however, allowing Ellen to adjust. Or, she suspected, call a halt to their adventurousness if it proved to be too much for her to handle. Closing her eyes and breathing through it, she concentrated on all that was good about what was taking place. She imagined how it looked to have a cock in her pussy and one in her ass. She shivered and moaned at the erotic mental image.

  Then Chance and Kane began to move. Strong hands on Ellen’s hips held her as Chance slid out and Kane pushed in. Steady and with confidence, they began to fuck her. Ellen’s fingers curled against Chance’s chest. Fingers under her chin brought her head up. A moment later she was opening her mouth and sucking in the head of the cock Chase offered to her. He gripped her by the hair and she relaxed her jaw, allowing him to fuck her mouth.

  Feeding her and fucking her, stretching, filling, three virile men taking her to places she had never been. Ellen whimpered around the cock in her mouth, at the now familiar increase in the tautness of her muscles. She was about to come. She breathed through her nose and pushed back on the cocks filling her, concentrating on the grunts and groans of the men, the heady scents of male bodies and sex, the slickness of their skin against hers, the combination of pleasure and pain wringing a mind-blowing orgasm from her.

  Kane, Chase, and Chance came as Ellen did, flesh pumping as hers clenched. Her scream of completion was muffled by the cock spilling its load into the depths of her mouth. Hot spurts of cum bathed the back of her throat, forcing to her swallow. Some escaped her lips, running down her chin. She couldn’t have cared less, as she felt the cocks hardening in her clenching pussy and ass.

  Ellen didn’t know what time it was when they finally collapsed in a satiated heap of entangled limbs, but she did know it wasn’t morning when she woke up. She blinked against the bright light shining through the west wall of glass. The next thing she discovered was that she was alone in the bed. Relief mixed with regret.

  Crinkling her nose, Ellen pushed off the sheet and tried to sit up. Muscles she had long since lost track of screamed out in protest. Moving slowly, she slid off the high bed and all but hobbled into the luxurious master bathroom. Maybe she would have to reconsider her ability, at forty plus, to behave like a twenty-something in a bed with three men. It had been a hell of a lot of fun, but could she do it regularly?

  Chuckling, Ellen turned on the shower, giving the water only a moment to heat up before she stepped into the spray. It hit her body from a dozen different directions. A low moan of appreciation escaped her. She stood there, letting the hot water pulse against her skin, until she began to feel the ache leaving her muscles.

  She reached for the soap and washed leisurely, enjoying the woodsy scent. It didn’t bother her in the least that she would smell like them. The shampoo was next. She worked the rich lather through her hair before rinsing. She didn’t see any conditioner, so knew she would have to deal with a few tangles.

  Ellen found her overnight bag on one of the dressers in the bedroom. Opening it, she took out the black leggings and pulled them on. Next was a black-and-pink plaid big shirt, the tails long enough to cover her butt and thighs. Thick black and pink socks went on her feet. It wasn’t a sexy look, but it was darn comfortable. If they were going to spend a lot of time together, the guys needed to know she was all about comfort and not about looking like a fashion plate 24-7.

  Taking the travel-size blow-dryer and brush out of the case, Ellen returned to the bathroom and pulled the towel off her head. It took a few minutes to untangle the ends of her hair, but she was soon putting the finishing touches on her dried hair.

  After stowing everything into the case, Ellen took a deep breath and headed downstairs. She laughed softly when she saw the three men sprawled out on the furniture, all sound asleep. She obviously wasn’t the only one feeling the effects of a night of intensely passionate lovemaking.

  Not one muscle twitched as Ellen looked the men over for a moment before going to the kitchen. There was a coffee maker and a rack of small cups. She poured water in and chose a flavor, putting it in the machine and turning it on to brew. She opened the cupboard above the machine and found mugs conveniently located. As she reached for one, strong arms slid around her waist and a big body pressed against the back of hers.

  Whichever man it was nuzzled her hair. Ellen heard him inhaling deeply. “Good afternoon,” Kane told her, his voice husky. “How are you feeling?”

  Ellen laughed as she turned around in his arms. She looked up to see the humor and affection on Kane’s handsome face. “Well,” she said carefully, “I know I’m not a young chick any longer. That was quite a workout.”

  “Any complaints?”

  She shook her head. “Not a one. It was well worth a few stiff muscles.” She leaned to the side slightly to look past him. “What about them?”

  “Lightweights,” Kane told her with a chuckle. He ducked his head to drop a kiss on the tip of her nose. She liked it. “Are you hungry? I was about to start supper, but I can whip up something quick to hold you over.”

  “That would be great. It seems I’ve worked up an appetite. But you don’t have to wait on me. Just point me in the direction of some cereal.”

  The selection of cereal ranged from oatmeal to sugary with marshmallows. Ellen chose one with dehydrated strawberries and was soon sitting at the large granite-covered island eating cereal as she watched Kane beginning to prepare the evening meal.

  “I hope you don’t have to rush off,” he said as he skewered russet potatoes before wrapping them in foil.

  “No, I don’t have anything planned. My daughters are spending time with their in-laws.” Ellen smiled. “They’ll be doing more skiing and I believe there’s a sleigh ride scheduled for tomorrow night.”

  “Sounds as if they will be having a good time. I was surprised how brave the kids were with their first skiing lesson.”

  Ellen laughed and nodded. “So was I. I expected tears and some fear, but they shocked me.” She glanced toward the two men still sleeping in the living room. “I know we haven’t talked about it, but are you guys looking for something long term with me?”

  “That’s the plan.”

  “I can’t have chi
ldren,” she told Kane, deciding to be blunt. “You guys are still young enough to father children, if you want them.”

  “It’s a non-issue. We would like to be fathers, but they aren’t a requirement if the four of us decide to make our relationship permanent.”

  Frowning, Ellen looked at Kane, studying him closely. “I can’t help but feel you guys might resent me after a while. There’s always adoption, of course. Or you could find a surrogate.”

  “You would be willing to be a mother to young children? Or even a newborn?”

  Would she be willing? That was a huge question. Ellen had raised her children. Beginning again was a commitment she didn’t know if she was up for. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the idea, because she did. She loved children. But she knew what was involved in raising a child. Did she have the mental, emotional, and physical energy to devote to caring for a child again? There was also the freedom factor. Ellen had to admit that she liked not being restricted by having a child dependent upon her being there every moment.

  “I don’t know,” she told him finally. “It’s definitely something I would need to give a lot of thought to. It wouldn’t be fair to you, Chance, and Chase if I didn’t do so. Since you might want children, I don’t believe I should lead you to believe that it’s a possibility that I could become pregnant.”

  Kane put down the knife he was slicing potatoes with and walked around the island. He smiled as he leaned down to kiss Ellen. “Hey, there’s no pressure. I don’t want you to worry yourself over this. Yes, children would be nice, but not having them isn’t a deal-breaker.”

  “Kane’s right.” Chance came into view as he said this. Chase was right behind him. “Kids are nice, but I’m not set on having them.”

  “Same here,” Chase told her, conviction in his voice. “Your grandkids are great. We wouldn’t mind being step-grandfathers, would we?”

  They were all trying so hard to reassure her that Ellen felt tears sting her eyes. She sniffled and hopped off the tall stool to hug each man. “Thanks, guys. I just don’t want you to make the wrong decision. I suppose it’s good that we got this out in the open now. It gives us all a chance to think about what we want.”

  Ellen knew it wasn’t as simple as it sounded. It was, however, a step in the right direction. They could very easily decide they weren’t compatible. The present lust could burn out. Desire could wane. If they fell in love, would it be able to survive if other needs were in conflict?

  There was so much they had to consider. Ellen knew it wouldn’t be a simple thing to decide what was right for them, especially with four people involved.

  Chapter Seven

  Chance grabbed the small towel to wipe the sweat from his face and torso. Chase and he had been practicing their routines with Ruby for the past two hours. Their debut at the Silver Edge would be the following night, which was New Year’s Eve.

  Colt Redford, their employer, was sitting in one of the booths with Bambi, the club’s manager. Chance knew Chase and he were being watched critically. If they didn’t measure up to Colt’s and Bambi’s high standards for entertainment for the club, Chance knew that they could get the boot. But Chance was confident that their routines were fantastic and they had nothing to worry about. He just wished Kane had agreed to perform with them. Kane was a fantastic dancer and it added a lot to the heat of their performance when he was on stage with them. Hell, Chance was getting a hard-on just thinking about it. Not that it mattered. Kane was away at the moment, so certain needs were not going to be fulfilled by his lover.

  “Great job,” Colt said as he rose from the booth and walked toward the stage. He walked up the steps and held out his hand. “You guys will be a hit with the members here.”

  “They are terrific, aren’t they?” Ruby cooed, rubbing her hand over Chance’s chest. She playfully tweaked a nipple.

  Chance caught her hand, giving it a squeeze before releasing it. “Are you trying to get me killed? One of your husbands works here and the other carries a gun.”

  “Oh, my hubbies are pussycats.”

  “Someone wants their ass smacked,” a deep male voice said. Chance looked around until he saw a tall man walking toward the stage with Bobby, Ruby’s husband. Chance and Chase had been introduced to Bobby. He worked at the Silver Edge. Chance suspected the man with Bobby was Tim Macon, Ruby’s other husband. He didn’t look like a man Chance would want to fuck with. Rumor had it the deputy was on the fast track to replace Sheriff Grayson Evans, when the man retired. Tim’s gaze fixed on Chance. “Don’t let her get you into trouble.”

  Ruby’s delighted laughter filled the air just before she launched herself off the stage. Chance’s heart jumped into his throat, but Tim caught his playful partner easily and hugged the tiny diva to his chest.

  “Oh, my beautiful man, you and Bobby have my heart. But I’m not dead. I can appreciate a hot male when I see one … or two.” Dark eyes were turned on Chance and Chase, sliding over them both. “Now, about my ass needing to be smacked,” Ruby purred, turning her attention back to Tim. The tip of her polished nail stroked along the man’s jaw. “I bet the dungeon is free at the moment. Bobby could use a break, too.”

  The three left then, heading toward the stairs that would take them down to level four, where the dungeon was located. Chance stared after them, relaxing when he realized no one was going to give him a broken nose for Ruby’s flirting. Colt slapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry so much. Tim and Bobby know Ruby too well to worry about other men.”

  “Besides,” Bambi added with a chuckle, “if Ruby wasn’t such an outrageous flirt, their lives would get boring. She keeps things lively between them.” Bambi looked Chance over. “It doesn’t hurt that she has such good material to work with. Your performance with Ruby is going to wow the members. Colt’s right about that. Now, about the new wardrobe you suggested. You’ll find it in your dressing room. All of your wardrobe expenses will be covered by the club and will be yours to keep.”

  Chance was going to like this gig. Spending their money sucked. He would rather put his money in the bank. With what they would save on their wardrobe, just added to his retirement fund.

  “Thanks,” Chance said, grinning. “We appreciate it, don’t we, Chase?”

  “Yes, thanks, Colt, Bambi. You won’t be sorry you hired us.”

  Chase looked around. Chance knew what he was seeing. It was a first-class establishment and they had a six-month contract. Living and working in the same town, without the annoyance of traveling and living out of a suitcase, was a major perk. They didn’t like being away from Kane. It was bad enough that their partner had to travel so much. If the three of them did it, they would see even less of each other.

  Colt smiled. “I am rarely sorry for anything I do. You and Chance are a sure thing. The Silver Edge will do nothing but benefit from having the two of you work here. If there’s anything else you need, beyond wardrobe, let Bambi know.”

  “Will do. Thanks again,” Chance said sincerely.

  Chase and he watched Colt and Bambi walk to the steps. They soon disappeared into the darkness beyond the center row of booths.

  “What do you say we go get some lunch? Working with Ruby has worn me out.”

  Laughing, Chance slapped Chase’s bare shoulder. “Yeah, and I thought you were a perfectionist. You’ve got nothing on her, that’s for sure.”

  They headed for their dressing room, which was next to Ruby’s. It wasn’t nearly as nice, but it was theirs alone. Colt knew how to treat his employees and Chance knew he was looking forward to hopefully extending their contract at the club.

  The discovered the new wardrobe was unpacked and hung up on the rack when they went in. Chase whistled and Chance knew exactly what his partner was thinking. It was all top-of-the-line stuff.

  “Nice.” He pulled a pair of shiny red chaps off the rack and held them up. “Wow, we’re going to set fire to the stage when we wear these.”

  “Do you think we should wear these wi
th it?” Chase was dangling a matching red sequin thong from the end of his finger. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Maybe we should try them on.”

  “You just want an excuse to see my ass.”

  “Nah, I want to see if that hunk of meat of yours will fit in this itty-bitty thing. It’s not going to leave much to the imagination.”

  Chance laughed and shook his head. “Your hunk of meat will be just as impressive in that as mine.” He hung the chaps back on the rack, moving closer to Chase as he did so. Taking the thong from his partner, he tossed it aside. “Speaking of putting your meat somewhere.” He lifted his hands to cup Chase’s face, his thumbs stroking tenderly over the man’s high cheekbones as he stared into green eyes. “I need you.”

  A smile pulled at Chase’s mouth. “I need you, too.”

  Strong hands slid around Chance’s middle, pulling their bodies closer, before sliding down to cup the mounds of Chance’s ass. Chase gave them a firm squeeze as their hard cocks pressed against one another. Inhaling deeply, Chance was tantalized by Chase’s scent.

  “Maybe we should wait until we get home. I like our bed.” For years they had made love at the drop of a hat, just about anywhere, and at any time. Maybe he was getting old, Chance thought, although he had been the one to instigate the moment. “I want to spend hours and hours making love with you.”

  Chance wished Kane was there to share the time with them. It sucked that Kane was away on business. He had been called by the manager of a bed-and-breakfast in Vermont, one of Kane’s latest acquisitions. An unexpected thaw had caused a nearby river to rise and the water had caused some damage. Kane had gone to inspect the place with a contractor to get an estimate of the cost to repair it and how long the work would take.