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

by Heather Rainier

  Grateful he’d caught the look, Boone whispered, “I’d never hurt her, Richard.”

  He said the words without any trace of defensiveness or apology, seeking to reassure his brother. Maya tightened her grasp on Richard’s hand and whispered to Boone, “It’s so good, baby. More.”

  Focusing on her, Boone caressed her hips and felt her pussy quiver again. Her ass was snug as he allowed her time to adjust to his presence. He thrust carefully and let loose a groan as his cock slid forward into a couple more inches of snug, hot heaven. She arched and rocked against him, and he slid deeper.

  “Feel good, Maya?” Boone asked.

  She hissed and replied, “Yes. It feels huge.”

  “Mmm, good. You feel tiny.”

  When he’d pressed almost all the way in, he stopped and withdrew slightly. Her ass clasped him like she didn’t want him to go. Her pleasured exhale told him she loved the sensation, and he slid back in.

  “Yes, Boone.” She drew out his name as though she loved the way it sounded. It made him feel good to hear it. He pulled back and slid in a little harder. By the third thrust he was balls-deep in her ass.

  He stopped and leaned forward to whisper in her ear, “Ready, baby?”

  “Yes, please, Boone.” Her voice had a shaky, almost dreamy quality to it, and he knew she was ready.

  Without even having to ask her to, she drew her arms close to her body. He slid his forearms around her and clasped her to him. Kneeling behind her, he drew as close as he could to her until she was a tight little bundle in his arms, unable to move. Her breathing was rapid but even, and he delighted in the happy moan that slipped from her lips as he tightened his hold.

  His instincts had been right in guessing at what she liked. He nuzzled against the back of her shoulder, where it met the juncture of her neck, and pressed kisses there. The tight leash on his control slipped and he welcomed it. He had her exactly where they both wanted her and it was okay to let go.

  “Thank you, Boone,” Maya whispered at his first stroke deep inside her. She was relaxed but not limp beneath him as he fucked her ass in deep, rhythmic strokes.

  “Do you like my cock fucking your hot little ass?”

  “I do.” Her voice was a soft, breathy croon.

  “We love you, so much, Maya. We want to love every inch of you.” His cock slid in and out of her quivering ass, and the orgasmic tension increased inside her, even as it built inside of him.

  “Yes, Boone. Love me. Fuck me,” she whimpered. “It’s coming, Boone, I can feel it. Please, Boone, please.” Her tone was almost imploring.

  Shifting slightly, he applied more of his body weight over her and pressed her firmly into the mattress as he thrust faster in her ass. Her tension grew exponentially, and he grinned, knowing he’d just hit the mother lode of all turn-ons for her.

  Straightening one leg out behind him for leverage as he shifted, he pressed her fully into the mattress. Her body seized beneath him and shuddered repeatedly as her ass convulsed on his cock.

  A sob and then a scream erupted from her throat, and his own orgasm slammed into him with such force he might’ve screamed as well. He thrust with tremendous force against her and heard her as she cried out beneath him, “Yes! God, yes!”

  Boone’s cum exploded in searing jets in her ass as she panted beneath him. She didn’t move a muscle, just stayed motionless and let him hold her like that.

  Never had he experienced a connection this deep with anybody in his life. He heard Kendall and Richard whisper to each other and then the sound of running water in the bathroom.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Richard returned from the bathroom after the tub had started filling and he’d put the lavender-scented bath salts in it she seemed to favor. He felt like he was floating on a euphoric cloud.

  If he’d had any doubts about whether the four of them could share a bed and a life together, they were fading fast. His body felt loose, relaxed, and somehow buoyant. He was happy. Really happy for the first time in what seemed like years.

  Kendall was lying alongside Maya, talking to her. It didn’t look like Boone had withdrawn yet, judging by his posture and how close he lay with her.

  The couple of times Richard had anal sex it had been at the request of the woman he was with. Using plenty of lube, he’d given them what they’d wanted and had gotten off in a big way each time, but he’d worried a little bit on both occasions that he was hurting the woman.

  What he’d just witnessed had blown any preconceived notion he’d had about anal sex clear into outer space. He’d never seen a woman come so completely undone in his entire life. And that was saying quite a bit because he’d seen Maya come hard numerous times in the last twenty-four hours and been responsible for a few of those explosive orgasms himself.

  Anal sex with Boone in that dominating position had definitely done it for her. Richard had been worried Boone might be too heavy for her, but it had clearly been exactly what she’d wanted. He wasn’t quite sure he could do that for her, but if it was what she needed, he’d be willing to try.

  He handed Boone the hot washcloth he’d asked for as he climbed up on the big bed with them. Carefully, Boone withdrew and pressed the washcloth to her bottom and wiped all the now-sticky lubricant from the area.

  “Feel okay?” Kendall whispered as he kissed her. She smiled and nodded before looking over at Richard.

  She smiled blissfully at him and asked, “You okay, Richard?”

  Richard felt at times like Maya could look right into his heart. He’d been unable to hide his worry in the seconds before Boone had sunk his cock into her ass. Even then she’d done what she could to let him know she was fine.

  “I’m good, honey. I ran you a bath.”

  Boone rose from the bed to remove and dispose of the condom, and Kendall helped her sit up. She giggled and said, “I feel like a limp noodle.”

  “Then we’ll carry you to the tub,” Kendall said as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bathroom. Richard followed them into the room. The tub was nearly full.

  “I know it might be tight,” Maya said. “But could I talk all three of you into joining me. I can sit in someone’s lap so it won’t be so crowded.”

  Richard never even hesitated. He climbed in before Kendall even moved to place her in the tub. There was plenty of room for the four of them once Maya was perched in Richard’s lap with her arms looped around his shoulders.

  She snuggled her forehead to his neck and giggled when Kendall good-naturedly asked, “How come she’s in your lap again for bath time? You got her last night, too.”

  Richard chuckled contentedly and settled back against the sloped seat of the tub. “Snooze, you lose, bro. Besides, you’re going to have her all to yourself Tuesday and Wednesday night. I’m just ‘getting, while the getting is good.’”

  Richard and Boone were helping the Carlisles haul three cattle trailers full of cattle to Alamosa, Colorado, where they were being met by a couple of friends. The two ranchers were purchasing the breeding stock along with the trailers for their ranch. Richard was willing to bet his next paycheck that the Carlisles also planned to stop in Fort Stockton on both legs of the journey.

  Richard had helped Chance haul stock a few weeks before, and Chance had made a stop at the cafe in Fort Stockton, Texas on their way to their destination.

  The cafe was poorly managed but their pretty waitress had done her best to take care of them. It had taken several rounds with the menu before they both decided on something the establishment wasn’t out of. She’d made sure their food was fresh and hot before she’d brought it to them. As she’d blushed and apologized for the inconvenience, Chance had seemed a little smitten with her.

  The manager had yelled at her from the kitchen within their hearing, and when she’d returned to refill their coffee cups there had been tears welling in her eyes.

  When Chance had asked if she was all right, she’d reassured him she’d done something worthy of getting
fussed at and left it at that. Richard had been able to tell the scene bothered Chance greatly.

  Chance had watched her carefully for the hour they were in the cafe. There had been no more incidents with the manager, who had gone into his office and slammed the door.

  Richard wasn’t sure her circumstances were good. He’d quietly watched her as she’d flitted around taking care of customers, cleaning, serving, and bussing tables with the help of one other waitress. Richard suspected her feet hurt as she’d rushed about, and he noticed her shoes were not of a good quality for standing in all day.

  He hadn’t been a bit surprised when Chance had tucked a one hundred dollar bill beneath his plate, murmuring to Richard that he knew she was the one who would get it. The other waitress had been just as busy taking care of several tables full of bikers at that point.

  Richard was jarred back to the present when Maya’s slick little body shifted against his as she reached for her scented body wash. She lathered the bath sponge he’d picked out for her and said, “I’m going to miss you both when you’re gone.”

  Boone chuckled as he took the sponge from her and gently scrubbed her shoulders. “Not likely, baby. Kendall is probably going to keep your hands full the whole time.”

  Kendall shook his head and said, “No, I fully intend to keep my hands full the whole time.”

  * * * *

  Maya chuckled as she read Grace’s ecstatic response to her text message Monday afternoon. Maya had thought it was a little preemptive, but she’d done as Grace had suggested and dropped by Dr. Emma Guthrie’s office earlier that afternoon.

  Kendall was busy at the ranch and had highly approved of her putting out feelers for a permanent position in Divine. He and his brothers went to Dr. Guthrie, and he’d lasciviously pointed out that he’d gladly submit to Nurse Maya’s tender loving care anytime he had a boo-boo.

  Dr. Guthrie had welcomed her into her office, and they’d chatted informally for a few minutes about Maya’s qualifications as a registered nurse specializing in obstetric and pediatric care. At the doctor’s request, Maya promised to submit her resume and references. The opportunity for a job there was promising. Outside the doctor’s office she’d texted Grace to let her know.

  Her phone vibrated in her hand a moment later, and Maya read the reply. “See? Now you have to stay!”

  Maya walked out to the rental car she’d picked up that morning and drove to the grocery store. When she pulled up, she noticed several people congregated near a newspaper vending machine. Several of them looked up, and one of them did a double-take then looked away. Maya didn’t hesitate as she walked through the door, merely smiled and continued on. Maybe he’d thought she was someone he knew for a second.

  Batson’s Grocery was quiet except for the occasional sound of grocery carts being stacked together and the elevator music playing through the public address system. The faint scent of bleach filled the air as she walked up and down the aisles of the small, locally owned grocery store pushing a shopping cart. She glanced out the large plateglass windows at the front of the grocery store and noticed the crowd was dispersing. Two women remained, looking into the grocery store, staring straight at her and whispering to each other.

  In the checkout line, a little woman with reading glasses perched on her nose stood behind Maya. In a kindly voice she said, “They’ve put two and two together, young lady. Or three and one as the case may be.” The little woman had to be in her seventies and could not have stood much over four and a half feet tall.

  “I’m sorry, ma’am? Were you speaking to me?”

  “Yes, dear.” The woman held out her small hand to shake Maya’s. Her grip belied her age. “I’m Evelyn. A friend of Grace, Juliana, and Teresa’s.” She gestured to the window. “Those busy-bodies out there. They know why you are in town and who you are with.”

  “You’re a friend of Grace’s?” Maya asked as she placed everything on the conveyor belt for the cashier.

  “Yes. Both Grace and Teresa used to work at Stigall’s with me. I was the bookkeeper for many years. Of course, I know about their family situations,” she said in a confidential whisper, “and I thought you should be warned.” Evelyn pointed at the women, who were still staring in the window. “If those two should try to be friendly with you, be wary. They are very vocal and unkind in their opinions of the way Grace and Teresa live their lives. Rosemary Garner, too, I suppose, but they’ve learned to steer clear of her. You should avoid them if you can.”

  “Oh. Well, I’ll bear that in mind, ma’am.” Maya paid the cashier after the total for her groceries was rung up.

  The older woman smiled at her and said, “Call me Evelyn. I’m practically family to Grace and her bunch. I wish you well, Miss Daire. Oh! And I’m so glad you’ve suffered no ill effects from the rattlesnake bite.”

  Maya smiled at her, remembering the small-town newspaper reporter who had shown up at the hospital the day of the rattlesnake bite. That must be how Evelyn had known her name. Word got around fast in this small town, even over mundane things, it seemed. Could she have been the topic of discussion at that newspaper vending machine? She bid the helpful woman good-bye and took her bags to the car.

  After placing them in the trunk, she went around to the door. A piece of notepaper was folded and wedged between the molding and glass of the driver’s side window. She looked about as she slid it free. No one was standing nearby, but she felt a tingle go up her spine. She wondered if someone was watching her. She unfolded the paper and read it.

  You would do well to return to the city from which you came, Ms. Daire. We have no need for more women of loose moral character infecting our beautiful town. What you are doing is wrong, immoral, and disgusting. You should be arrested along with all the other women living in bigamous and polygamous marriages in Divine for leading men of integrity onto the path of destruction. This is the only warning you’ll get. If you stay, you’ll regret it.

  Maya’s first impulse was to wad the note up and throw it into the air over her shoulder, disregarding the threat. This was America and she and her men weren’t hurting anyone. She knew as long as they conducted themselves with decorum nobody could do anything to them. That didn’t mean the stranger who left the note wouldn’t act alone though.

  Holding the note by its edges, she went to the trunk and dug through the shopping bags until she found the item she was looking for. She carefully slipped the note into a zip-up sandwich bag then placed it in her purse. It gave her the heebie-jeebies to see that they knew her by name, and alternately pissed the hell out of her that the writer of the note didn’t have the balls to sign it.

  She climbed in the car and thought about texting one of the guys. It was three o’clock and she knew if she let them know now they would worry about it the rest of their workday. There wasn’t anything she could do about the threat except go home and continue on with her day. She was cooking supper tonight and wanted to get an early start.

  She backed the blue sedan out of the parking space, taking a moment to look around at the other cars in the parking lot. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, no stalkers lurking. She gave herself a mental shake.

  One of those two women had probably tucked that note into her window, expressing their moral outrage, hoping to intimidate her. They didn’t know Maya Daire very well if they thought she was going to slink away like a whipped puppy with her tail tucked between her legs. She didn’t value their opinions, and what they thought wasn’t going to change her plans. She was staying in Divine, and she was going to socialize with whomever she damn well pleased.

  * * * *

  “There you are,” Frank Reeves muttered as he sat hunched in front of his laptop computer, staring at the online newspaper article featuring Maya. The unlucky girl had tangled with a rattlesnake and made the front page of the small-town newspaper. It hadn’t occurred to him until yesterday that if he was going to set up Google Alerts for her, there was always the possibility her name might be misspelled “Da
re” instead of Daire. Such had been the case, as he looked at the caption that went along with the article. It was just his luck the small-town newspaper reporter had gotten it wrong. But that hadn’t stopped him from finding her. Nor would he be impeded in bringing her ass back to San Marcos where she belonged. Right beside Morgan Daire, six feet under.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Maya was checking the bubbling casserole in the oven when a knock sounded at the door. Boone got up from the couch where he’d been doing paperwork for the ranch and answered it. She closed the oven door and looked behind her as Ethan waved and said hello to her from the doorway and murmured to Boone. He slipped outside with Ethan, and she went back to slicing a tomato for a salad.

  She smiled as she rinsed the knife and laid it aside. The casserole needed at least fifteen more minutes. Richard was in the shower and might need assistance with lathering up or rinsing off. Or toweling dry.

  One of her favorite new hobbies was sliding her hands over Richard’s hard, soapy body. The shower was still running as she walked down the hall, hoping she wasn’t too late. In light of the fact they were going out of town the following morning, she looked upon this escapade as “getting while the getting was good,” as Richard would say.

  Boone had needed to get his paperwork done, and so she’d behaved herself and allowed him to work when she’d really wanted to climb in his lap after he’d gotten home. Kendall was expected home any moment. Her heart raced at the thought of a little alone time with one of her men.

  She slipped into the steamy bathroom, removed her clothing, and pinned up her hair. She could hear Richard humming to himself as she watched him lather up through the translucent shower curtain.

  “Would you like some company?” she asked as she peeked around the edge of the curtain.