Rainier, Heather - Maya's Triple Dare [Divine Creek Ranch 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Heather Rainier

  Mindful of the rough surface she sat on, Boone reached for her towel. “If I’m going eat this sweet little pussy, I want you comfortable while I’m doing it.” He spread the towel on the rock and patted it for her to move onto it.

  He helped her get situated, aware of the way she now panted. She leaned back on her elbows and watched him as he slid a hand up her torso and carefully tucked the lace of her bra beneath her breasts so he could reach her turgid little nipples. A strident moan escaped her lips as he pinched them and tugged before rolling each between his fingers.

  The whole time his lips were mere inches from her creaming cunt. She surprised him when she slid one hand down her torso and spread her lips for him, revealing the damp, pink delicacy between them. Her fingertip slipped downward and lifted the hood over her clitoris, exposing the small, engorged jewel to him.

  “Good girl.” His words had a visible effect on her. With her spread like that, he could clearly see her pussy clenching and convulsing with need.

  He lightly slid the tip of his tongue straight up the center of her wet flesh from bottom to clit, and her body tensed as if she were a bowstring. He paused and watched as her breathing became erratic, and she moaned in anticipation.

  He repeated the motion with relish as her back arched and her vocal response echoed at a higher pitch. He lingered slightly in the stroke over her engorged clit, and her pussy convulsed. The waves of her orgasm rushed over her, and he felt each pulsation on his tongue as he slid it into her cunt then upward to her clit.

  Her ecstatic cry was like music to his ears. He went deeper and suctioned the flesh between his lips and flicked her clit mercilessly, enjoying her scream as she came again. Her juices dripped from her pussy, and he licked her thoroughly as he listened to her recover. Every little hitching sob and sigh was gratification itself.

  Chapter Ten

  Pleasure vibrated through Maya’s throbbing pussy as she caught her breath. Her heart pounded, and she quivered as he continued to lick and stroke her.

  Raising her head from where it hung back, she looked down at him, poised between her thighs. Where did they go from here? He must’ve seen the questions in her eyes because he spoke up before she could even form a query in her mind.

  “Don’t worry, Maya. The guys and I have talked about this. There’s no pressure on you to reciprocate right now. We wanted this all to happen naturally, at its own pace.” He backed up his statement with a sexy smile and another long, leisurely lick straight up her center.

  “O–Oh! I thought maybe you would all expect to be together the first time we did anything like this.” He grinned when her breath came in staccato pants of pleasure. Boone had excellent oral skills.

  “We were open to however it came about. It just so happens I’m a pushy bastard and got to the head of the line today. Kendall and Richard will not be upset with you for allowing this. They’re both waiting for their chance.” He stroked her pussy one last time with his fingertips in a caring gesture and helped her to sit back up.

  “What about you, Boone? You have to be aching by now.”

  “Maya, I want you so badly it’s painful, but I understand if you need to slow down.”

  She was grateful he’d backed off a little but wasn’t prepared to let him get away just yet. It deepened her feelings for him that he was trying to think with his big brain right now instead of going for what she’d offered and his cock clearly craved.

  “For a rough-and-ready cowboy, you’ve got a gentle streak about a mile wide.”

  “Don’t let that get out, or I’ll never live it down.”

  “Don’t worry, Mister Dominant. Your secret is safe with me.” She released the clasp on her bra and laid it aside with the G-string, popped off the rock shelf and into the water beside him.

  Her wet flesh slithered against his as he held her to him, and she said, “Why don’t you sit on the edge and let me take care of this great, big monster of yours?”

  “Why thank you, baby,” he replied with a chuckle as he backed to the rock ledge and lifted himself so his ass was perched on the edge. His thighs were rock hard and covered in dark curly hair. She bit her lip in admiration at the way his cock stood up straight and proud from a nest of dark hair as he positioned his hands behind him and leaned back slightly.

  He smiled sexily at her, and she loved that he put it all out there for her, giving her easy access to everything. She stroked his thighs and made a yummy noise as she licked along his hard, hot length. His approving growl made her bold, and part of her wanted to climb up on his lap and slide right down onto his gorgeous cock.

  “So what have you been reading?” Boone lifted her book from the rock. She’d purchased it that morning at Discretion when she’d bought the bra and G-string. She lightly tongued his balls as he groaned and commented, “Siren Enslaved: Texas Sirens 3 by Sophie Oak. Look at this cover. My, my. Two men and one woman. Someone has been fantasizing.”

  She paused in her attention to his balls only long enough to whisper, “Only constantly. The three of you are a fantasy come to life.”

  “Well, thank you, baby. The feeling is mutual,” he said with a groan as he flexed his hips toward her.

  She lifted his cock and flicked her tongue around the crown. He was hard as a rock but silky against her tongue and salty as she licked his pre-cum. She hummed happily as she sucked him down, and he groaned like a man in pain.

  “Fuck, yes.”

  She settled her forearms on either side of his muscular thighs and worked on slowly sending him into orbit.

  She loved the taste of his cock and the manly, earthy smell of him. His roughened hands roamed over her shoulders, her back, and into her hair, moving it aside to watch as she took his cock to the back of her throat.

  “Do you have any idea how sexy you are, baby? You’re breathtaking with your lips around my cock. You do that very well.”

  “Mmm.” All she cared about at the moment was making him feel good and hearing him howl.

  She stroked his balls while she made love to his cock and listened as the sounds of his tension building higher and higher. She loved the way his grasp tightened as he drew closer to orgasm.

  He jerked in her mouth, and she latched on to his ass and sucked for all she was worth. A roar of ecstasy erupted from him, and his cum streamed into her throat in powerful jets. She swallowed as he thrust against her with a final panting growl. He released her hair and stroked her scalp where his hand had been fisted tightly.

  “Damn, baby,” he murmured as he lay back flat on the towel.

  “Good?” she asked as she lifted herself onto the rock and knelt beside him.

  “My girl’s got some skills.”

  Maya snickered and stood, looking down at him brazenly and said, “Honey, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet. Are Kendall and Richard waiting for us?”

  “By now, probably so.”

  She turned to pick up her lingerie, purposely giving him a peek of her ass and said, “Well, I want more than a quick, hard fuck for our first time, Boone, so we’d better skedaddle.”

  She squealed when he squeezed her ass cheek while she put her bra back on. Boone helped her back into her cutoffs and her black T-shirt, and then she grabbed her towel and book, took a sip from her water bottle, and leaped to the bank with him hot on her heels.

  After dressing and putting on boots, they both looked up as Richard approached the creek bank, and she glanced at Boone. He took her things from her and gave her a hand up the steep bank as Richard reached to steady her. Feeling happier than she had in over a year, Maya jumped into his arms and rained kisses on his face while Richard stood there holding her and chuckling.

  “What’s gotten into Maya?” he asked as Boone joined them.

  “I’m just so happy,” she replied as she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. When his hands gripped her ass, she wrapped her legs around his waist as well.

  “Were you having some fun?”

  “I’ll say!” She
giggled and gave him a tender kiss on the lips. His grasp was gentle and secure as he held her. She looked into his eyes, searching for a trace of dissatisfaction or jealousy, but she saw no evidence he was anything but pleased to see them both.

  “Your cheeks are rosy. You been playing with Boone?”

  “Yes. Is that all right with you?”

  He started walking back to the homesite, carrying her as he replied, “If it made you happy, of course I’m all right with it. Hope I get my chance soon.”

  Maya looked into his pale eyes and nodded enthusiastically. “I promise you will.” She laid her head against his thick, strong shoulder and sighed happily. Her pussy still tingled and quivered from Boone’s attention, and being held like this was getting her warmed up again.

  Honestly, she couldn’t wait to be intimate with him. Every time she was near him she wanted to wrap herself around him. Richard’s denim work shirt was sweaty, and when she kissed him her lips tasted faintly salty afterward. She glanced at Boone to find him watching her with something akin to approval on his face. He winked at her, and her heart lurched in her chest. Everywhere she looked, she found love and acceptance.

  “Jack called Kendall and told him about what happened today at the shop,” Richard murmured, brushing his lips against her shoulder and making her pulse speed up. “I don’t want you to worry about that, okay? We’re going to protect you.”

  “What happened?” Boone asked as he strode beside them.

  “Someone’s saying ugly things about the ladies, accusing them of immorality and stuff,” Richard replied. “They’ll get to the bottom of it. Jack called a few minutes ago to let us know they were doing something about it. He knew we’d be concerned.”

  “Good.”

  Boone stroked her forearm as she tightened her hold on Richard’s neck. She’d never doubted they would want to protect her, but it was nice to hear them say it.

  * * * *

  Maya wanted to cook supper for them that night, so Boone rode with Kendall back to the house and Richard drove her into town. At the grocery store she let him push the cart while she got what she needed. He made a point of being helpful, reaching for things on high shelves for her, but otherwise he maintained a respectful distance.

  “Can I ask you a question, Richard?”

  “Sure, Maya. Ask away,” he said as he walked beside her. The aisle was fairly deserted, and she felt safe in asking her question as she halted the cart to put some chicken broth in the basket.

  “If Kendall and Boone weren’t involved, would you still want me?” She hated putting him on the spot, but she needed to know, separate from the others, if his heart was truly in this.

  Richard pondered her question and then said, “I meant to spend my life with Michelle. She’s who I’d be with right now if…circumstances hadn’t changed. But I can’t alter what happened. That doesn’t take away from what I feel for you now. You’re my present. That was my past.”

  Pointing to a bottle of salad dressing on the top shelf, she asked, “I’m not asking for a declaration. I just wonder if you can picture yourself loving me that much.”

  He placed the bottle in the cart and smiled at her. “I know I can.” The truth of his statement was in his unwavering gaze.

  “Well, all right then,” she murmured with a giggle as an elderly woman turned down their aisle with her cart. “Shoot. I had all sorts of questions to ask you while we were alone.”

  He used a fingertip to tilt her chin up so her eyes met his. “I know I’m not the easiest person to read, but I want you to know you can ask me anything. Okay?” He nodded to the elderly lady as she wheeled her cart closer.

  Maya smiled at him and said, “Thank you, honey.”

  She stifled a giggle when he blushed slightly at her endearment.

  “Young man, could you help me, please?” The petite senior said in a wavering voice. She looked like she was holding on to the cart for dear life as she lifted a shaking hand and pointed to a jar of pickles out of her reach. “Could you get that jar of bread and butter pickles for me?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” he said smiling as he retrieved the jar and placed it in her trembling hand. Maya guessed her age to be mid-to-late eighties.

  A little, elderly man who had to be closing in on ninety years old tottered up to them and said, “Well here you are, Trudy.” He tipped his cowboy hat to Maya and winked at her, and Maya nodded and smiled back. To his little wife he said, “I wondered where you got off to, gingersnap.”

  Trudy’s faded blue eyes twinkled merrily at her husband as she replied, “I got me a handsome cowboy to do my bidding.”

  He shook his head in mock disapproval and said, “Guess it’s time to take you in hand again.”

  Trudy flapped her hand at him and replied, “Oh, promises, promises.”

  The chuckling old cowboy reached out to shake Richard’s hand and said, “These little fillies are a might headstrong when given their way too much, don’t you reckon?”

  Richard returned the greeting and nodded. He glanced at Maya with laughter in his eyes. “I know it, sir.”

  “Well, Trudy. Let’s leave these young ones to their shoppin’.”

  “Thank you, young man. Y’all have a good day,” Trudy said as her husband took her hand and placed it securely on the shopping cart handle, and they continued down the aisle, chatting amiably.

  “Now, Trudy, I wish you’d taken one of those motorized shopping carts when the manager offered it to you. Are you tired, gingersnap?”

  “Oh, I’m fine, Lawton. Nothin’ a little nap won’t cure.”

  Maya watched with a feeling that approached awe as the little, aged cowboy smooched his tiny wife on the lips right there in the middle of the store. This was what a lifetime of love looked like. As they moved farther away she heard the old man say, “I love you, gingersnap.” Trudy giggled and said something Maya couldn’t make out as they rounded the end of the aisle.

  She looked up at Richard and saw that he, too, was watching as they moved off.

  “Wow,” Maya said, her eyes burning just a bit.

  “Yeah.” His voice was barely a whisper.

  “That’s true love.”

  He turned his gaze to her and gestured with his thumb in the direction the aged couple had gone. “Think you could handle some of that?”

  Willing herself not to cry at his sweet question that was more of a declaration, she nodded and pressed her lips together so her chin would stop quivering. She was thankful when Richard put an arm around her shoulders, drew her to his side, and directed the shopping cart down the aisle.

  He insisted on paying for the groceries and loaded them into the back of the truck after starting it for her so the cab could cool off. As they rode down the state highway toward the Divine Creek Ranch he put his hand over hers on the console between them and held it the whole way home, their fingers intertwined. The warm feeling that suffused her heart and the memory of the elderly couple so clearly in love came close to bringing tears to her eyes.

  * * * *

  Kendall looked on in amusement at the scene before him, along with the rest of the men. The girls were jumping up and down, cheering and weeping at the news Rachel had just shared with all of them. Eli watched Rachel indulgently before receiving handshakes from all the men.

  Michael Martinez, formerly Palacios since being adopted by his stepfather Angel, approached the group and patted Rachel’s thigh. “Rachel-baby, what does ’specting mean? Why are you crying?” Evidently, five-year-old Michael couldn’t stand to see a woman weeping any more than the rest of the men.

  Rachel smiled at Michael and sat down on the sofa in Grace’s living room and drew him with her. She glanced up at her husband, Eli, and wiped tears from her eyes.

  “Michael-baby, sometimes ladies cry when they’re very happy, not just when they’re sad. ‘Expecting’ means I’m going to have a baby this winter, at Christmastime.”

  Michael’s eyes lit up. “Oh! Cool! High five, Eli!” he h
ooted as Eli sat down beside Rachel and put out his hand for a smack from Michael. “Gonna have a little boy? He can hang out with me and A-zar.”

  Kendall chuckled at Michael’s abbreviation of his brother’s name. Eleazar was a mouthful for a five-year-old.

  “I don’t know what I’m having, honey. I just found out this morning. But if it’s a boy he can hang out with you, and you can teach him all kinds of stuff, okay?”

  “’Kay.”

  Kendall and his brothers, Wes and Evan Garner, Ash Peterson, and Angel and Joaquin Martinez adjourned to the kitchen with Jack, Adam, and Ethan while a discussion about baby preparations ensued among the girls. Ethan and Richard sliced the brisket while Kendall and the rest of the men got fresh beers.

  “So how are things going with the EMT training, Eli?” Boone asked as he helped Jack cut up the barbequed sausage.

  Eli was currently burning the candle at both ends, working security at The Dancing Pony and attending emergency medical technician courses in Morehead. He had hopes for getting on with the Divine Emergency Medical Services Department.

  “Hard but good. They keep us on our toes. Rachel is excited because it means fewer late nights. It could also mean that I help with delivering the baby,” Eli replied as he leaned against the counter. The man was seriously tall, towering over the rest of them, even Richard and Adam. When he talked about his wife it was plain to see that he loved her deeply.

  “How did she talk you into that?” Kendall asked.

  Eli smiled and shook his head. “It was my idea.”

  “Really? You don’t mind seeing—”

  “The baby I helped put there being born? No, man. Not at all. Rachel is excited about it, too. We’re taking special classes together, and I’m going to be her childbirth coach.”