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

by Heather Rainier

  “Lydia!”

  Lydia repeated their orders back to them with efficient accuracy, took their menus, and excused herself. She hurried to the window and placed their order.

  Richard noticed both Chance and Clayton followed her every move with their eyes. He glanced at Boone and caught his arched eyebrow, but he gave no other hint he noticed the interest both their bosses were showing in the waitress.

  Their food took a while, but when she served them, it was fresh and hot. Chance tried to draw her into conversation, and she answered his questions and made small talk with them as she tidied the tables nearby. She kept glancing at the kitchen window, and Richard realized her boss was watching her every move from the kitchen. He was an older gray-haired man with a perpetual frown on his face.

  “Lydia, are you from around here?” Clayton asked as she stood between him and Chance at the head of the table.

  Lydia shook her head with a wry smile. “No, I’m from San Angelo. I came here for a job that fell through—”

  “Lydia!”

  She sighed, but the smile never left her eyes as she murmured, “Pardon me, boys, while I go see about changing my name.”

  Chance chuckled but cast a hard glance at the kitchen window. “Now don’t go doing that. I like Lydia.”

  Richard suppressed his chuckle at Chance’s flirtatious tone. Chance was always serious, while Clayton was usually the one flirting with the ladies.

  Lydia smiled and shrugged, saying, “No? Roberta? Ophelia? Maybe Bernardine?”

  She snickered as Chance cringed and said, “All nice names, but a lovely name like Lydia suits you.”

  Richard nearly spewed his Coke when he caught Boone making a gagging face.

  Lydia blushed and gestured a thumb at the window and said, “Duty calls, gentlemen. I’ll check on you in a few minutes.”

  * * * *

  Kendall wearily climbed from the pickup after parking in front of the ranch house. His day had been long, hot, and tiring. He wanted nothing more than an ice-cold beer, his boots off, and a full belly. His pity party was interrupted by a muffled, thumping sound. A rhythmic sound, like drums. He looked to the house and realized it came from within its walls.

  Careful to make no noise on the porch, Kendall climbed the steps and peeked in the front picture window.

  Hot, holy, fucking hell.

  Kendall’s empty belly, aching feet, and tired body were all forgotten. The throb in the thumb he’d smashed with his hammer that afternoon was a distant memory compared to the throb in his rapidly engorging dick as he watched Maya doing housework. They’d asked her not to bother, but there she was, duster in hand, dressed in her snug little stretchy pants and tank top.

  He loved the way those pants clung to her curves as she gyrated her glorious, heart-shaped ass to the beat of the music blaring at eardrum-piercing volume inside the house. He grinned, remembering Maya liked her music really loud. She picked up a knickknack and flicked the duster over it before wiping the shelf and replacing the object.

  Perfectly balanced on the balls of her bare, dainty feet, she held on to the shelf and shimmied down low to the beat of “Follow You Home,” by Nickelback, then rolled her ass on the way back up like an exotic dancer would. He made a mental note to ask her to perform that maneuver for him again later that night, like right in his face, up close.

  She must’ve made good on her desire to take striptease and pole-dancing lessons at the recreation center in San Marcos. That had been another one of those “go-to guy” moments. It looked like some of those times were going to be of direct benefit to him now.

  Stepping back from the window, he reached for the doorknob and turned it. The music blasted through the house, and she must’ve had her eyes closed because she didn’t acknowledge him. Careful not to startle her, he leaned back against the door after closing it and enjoyed his homecoming.

  A heavenly aroma permeated the air with the scent of simmering Mexican spices, and two places were set at the dining table with candles. Maya flicked her long hair back, and it flew around her shoulders in shimmering blonde waves as her arms rose above her head in graceful arcs, the duster still held in her fingertips.

  His cock twitched eagerly as she swung her ass and gyrated her hips. The heavy beat of the guitar and drums pounded out the rhythm she danced to, and every drop of blood in him surged at the sight she presented. He groaned softly when she dropped the duster on a shelf and slid her hands down her torso and over her hips to her ass cheeks before running her fingers through her hair.

  He loved the view from the back, and as if sensing his wish she turned on the balls of her feet and gifted him with the view from her front as she tilted her head back and cupped those beautiful, round breasts in her hands. Her eyes were closed, her lips were parted, and she was utterly enjoying herself.

  He almost dreaded the moment when she realized she was no longer alone, because it was obvious she was lost in the music. The song came to its sudden, resounding end, and her eyes flashed open. Her breath caught in her throat, and she smiled as she launched herself at him in complete, unembarrassed abandon.

  He caught her and chuckled as she wrapped her arms and legs around him and rained panting kisses on his face.

  “Welcome home, honey,” she said with a breathless giggle.

  “I’ll say.”

  “I have something for you to eat,” she murmured with a lopsided grin.

  Kendall looked into her twinkling blue eyes and knew she was not referring to supper.

  It was amazing how quickly a man could forget bone-weary tiredness when properly motivated.

  * * * *

  The sun was setting as Boone and Richard climbed back into the truck after their last gas stop of the day in Santa Fe. They were stopping for the night there and planned to arrive in Alamosa midmorning the next day.

  Richard would’ve preferred driving through the night so they could be home that much sooner, but Chance and Clayton wanted to pace the trip and not stress the breeding stock in the trailers too much. They wanted them all to arrive in good condition.

  They might also be pacing the trip so it would be convenient to stop at the Oasis Café on the trip back, around a meal time again. Richard chuckled to himself thinking of the goofy grin Chance had worn on his face as he’d told a joke on their way out the café’s door and Lydia had laughed and blushingly smacked him on the shoulder with a menu.

  They were not hauling the trailers or any livestock back to the Rockin’ C Ranch on the return trip, so their help was not needed. The Carlisle brothers had told them they could head on home from Alamosa.

  As far as Richard knew, Chance and Clayton had been bachelors all their lives. Anyone would have to be an idiot not to see the attraction between Chance and the lovely, if overworked, waitress, Lydia. Clayton had been more reserved, but Richard suspected he might be interested in Lydia as well. Prior to living in Divine he would’ve thought that was a recipe for disaster. Now he was just curious to see how things turned out.

  Boone started the dually’s engine and asked, “Did you want to make a stop in Ruidoso on the way back?”

  Richard did a mental lockdown, waiting for the pain in his chest at the reminder.

  “Sorry, man. I thought you’d want to stop since we did last time we made this run together.”

  “It’s all right. Yeah, I think I should.” Richard looked out the side window at the scenery passing in the fading light. Michelle was buried in Ruidoso.

  * * * *

  “I think I enjoy being a vanilla kind of guy,” Kendall murmured as he watched the spoon pass between Maya’s lips when she took a bite of his ice cream.

  He scooped up another small bite and pressed the utensil to her bare breast and watched as the ice cream dribbled down her satiny flesh, dividing into rivulets around her nipple before he caught the melted dessert with the tip of his tongue.

  “I like the tasty bits they add to ice cream, but in this instance—”

  “I
’m much happier nibbling on your tasty bits,” Kendall finished for her before taking her turgid, pink areola in his mouth. Maya panted and squirmed on his lap, where he held her securely.

  After greeting him with breathless kisses at the door, following her wildly erotic display, she’d insisted he sit down and actually eat his supper. After the chicken mole enchiladas and salad were a delicious memory, Maya had served a bowl of ice cream, gotten a spoon to eat it with, and crooked a finger at him. Dirty dishes forgotten, Kendall had followed her to the back door. She’d removed something from her pocket and laid it on the table beside the glider on the back porch. The sun was setting behind her as she led him to sit on the glider and he’d watched with growing lust as she lifted her top over her head.

  Kendall’s cock had responded the way it did any time he was around Maya, which was with surging attentiveness. She’d glanced at his groin and smiled as she’d slipped her snug stretchy pants down her hips. His hands had itched to reach for her smooth curves and draw her to him, but he’d restrained himself, wondering how far she’d go.

  Glancing around at the fence line to make sure they were truly alone, he’d been grateful to whoever had planted the thick, tall shrubs in the yard. He would never have allowed her to disrobe on the back porch like this if there were a chance one of the ranch hands might see her.

  Eyes back on her, Kendall had watched with appreciation as Maya had unclasped her sexy lace bra and dropped it in the small pile with the rest of the clothing. All that was left was the transparent, lace G-string that had covered her mound.

  Unable to resist, Kendall had slid his fingers under the elastic band at her hips and had drawn it down her thighs himself, revealing her damp, bare pussy to his hungry gaze. He’d planted a kiss on her abdomen and had looked up at her, feeling nothing but adoration for her.

  Carefully, she’d climbed into his lap and handed him the bowl of ice cream as if she expected him to eat it.

  “Your dessert is ready,” she’d murmured with a sexy sigh as she’d squirmed in his lap and had gotten comfortable.

  He’d been able to tell by the heat in her blue eyes that she’d found her exposed, spread position very titillating. He’d kissed her collarbone and enjoyed the scent of her wet pussy as he’d taken a bite of ice cream.

  Maya reached for one of the items from the table, and Kendall realized it was her MP3 player. She clipped it to his shirtfront and placed an earbud in her ear and the other one in his and turned the player on. At a low level, “Feelin’ Way Too Damn Good,” by Nickelback began to play. Kendall grinned lazily and dribbled more ice cream over her other breast. He wondered if she understood how much she got to him as he greedily licked more of his dessert off her flesh.

  Maya had a gift for staying in the moment with them, and Kendall planned to make sure she felt his full appreciation.

  He fed her another bite, grinning with enjoyment as she shuddered when he slid a hand around to grip one of her ass cheeks. His fingertips teasingly slid lower in a tickling touch until they were down her cleft to her spread pussy. He took the spoon from where it was stuck in a scoop of ice cream and licked it, leaving it clean but very cold. She bit her bottom lip and watched him lower the spoon in front of her between her spread thighs.

  Kendall smiled with satisfaction when she arched her back and pressed her pussy against his hand while at the same time watching what he was doing with the spoon. He turned the bowl of the spoon upward and slid it slowly through her opened slit, enjoying the strangled moan that escaped her as the cold spoon pressed against her clit.

  He raised the copiously damp spoon to his lips and licked it clean of her tangy juices. “Oh, Kendall!” she gasped in a shaky voice then tilted her hips reflexively against his hand.

  “Delicious, baby. Again?”

  “Yes.”

  He scooped up another generous bite so the spoon would get cold again and pressed the softened ice cream directly to her nipple, delighting in her little squeal. The last rays of the sun illuminated her shoulders and her opened thighs and glinted through her thick hair.

  He licked the spoon and latched on to her cream-covered nipple then touched the cold surface of the spoon to her clit again. He sucked hard on her nipple then lightly nibbled, and she shuddered and leaned against him. All the while Nickelback played through the earbuds.

  The spoon was even more drenched as he paused in his nipple play to lick it clean. His woman’s pussy was the sweetest dessert he’d ever had.

  “Had enough ice cream?” he whispered in a gravelly voice that sounded unlike him. Maya nodded and he returned the spoon to the bowl. She reached for the condom she’d laid on the table earlier, and he tore the wrapper open with shaky hands. He groaned as he rolled it on, watching Maya stroke her clit with a delicate finger.

  A new song began to play as he held his cock in position for her. She acknowledged the song change with a very sexy chuckle. The music sounded vaguely familiar but not something he normally listened to. Maya had varied and eclectic tastes in music, and he liked that she wanted to share that part of this experience with him.

  His eyes adjusted to the dimmer light as the sun sank fully beneath the horizon and dusk fell. She rose up on her knees as the intro to the tune played and the seductive beat of “Like This,” by MIMS throbbed in a syncopated rhythm. At that moment it was definitely climbing his top ten. He held his painfully thick shaft for her and licked the last of the ice cream from her torso as she settled her creamy, wet cunt over his cock. He growled as she teased the tip, pumping up and down as she gripped his shoulders.

  She slid on his cock a few inches, groaning quietly as she ground down. What she did to him for the next few minutes would undoubtedly go down as one of his top ten favorite memories. Using the beat of the music as her guide, Maya fucked him into a state near insanity.

  The first chorus came around, the female vocalist whispering, “Baby, do you want it like this, like this, like this…” and she pumped on his cock in long, slick glides, squeezing his cock with her pussy muscles on every upstroke. Her movements were graceful and unhurried, timed with the beat. He groaned, sure that she was going to rip the orgasm right from his balls, but then she settled down into shorter strokes with the next verse. She watched him through half-lidded eyes and gave him a sexy little smile.

  She tortured him through three choruses of the female vocalist whispering, “Baby, do you want it like this, like this, like this.” He didn’t remember the song being quite that long and felt his control begin to unravel as she whispered along with the final chorus, taking all of his cock with every slippery, tugging stroke.

  “Baby, I gotta come,” Kendall groaned, way past caring if he sounded like he was begging. Hell, he was pleading. Maya smiled at him, and she began panting as if her own control were slipping, too. He stroked her clit firmly, and she let loose a sobbing wail as her pussy liquefied and clenched on his surging cock.

  “Oh, God!” she cried out exultantly and slammed down on his dick as he threw his head back and gritted his teeth as his own orgasm hit him. He held her hips tightly and ground up against her with every climactic thrust, his release shooting from his cock in searing, satisfying streams.

  “Oh, fuck, yes!”

  Maya collapsed against him, and he held her trembling body as they caught their breath. Her pussy fluttered around his cock with aftershocks. Almost as satisfying as the blistering release was the way she melted against him afterward.

  She whispered in his ear, “So I take it you like it ‘Like This’?”

  Kendall chuckled appreciatively at her humor and brushed her wild hair away from her cheeks and kissed her lips.

  “As long as you’re my exotic dancer, hell yeah.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Boone pulled up beside the Pinon Pine Cemetery, and Richard climbed silently from the cab of the truck. He knew by repetition that Boone would wait in the truck for him and allow him whatever time he needed.

  His work boots made
muffled crunching steps as he walked over the fine gravel drive and up into the grass. He’d chosen Pinon Pines for Michelle’s final resting place on his own since she’d had no close family left alive to make the decisions. Kendall and Boone had brought him to this place to check it out, and even in a raw haze of pain, Richard had known she would like it. The sprawling lawns were maintained neatly and there were plenty of trees to offer shade to visitors.

  He walked down the concrete path leading to her section as a hot breeze ruffled his hair. Her marker was easy to spot, hewn from unusual, bronze-colored polished granite and engraved with her last name at the top in bold letters, “Brock.”

  The color of the marker had reminded him of the walls of the mesas they’d explored while out hiking or taking a drive, and he’d thought at the time that was what she would’ve wanted.

  He stopped in front of the marker and took a seat on the small bench he’d had installed in her memory, holding the bouquet of fresh daisies in his hand.

  “Pretty dumb, huh? Bringing fresh flowers to a cemetery.”

  He’d lost the inhibition about speaking to her grave marker on his first visit here two and a half years ago. The cemetery was always quiet and deserted on the days he’d come to visit, and it had felt right to talk to her.

  He smiled, imagining the twinkle in her brown eyes as she nodded at his statement. She would think it was stupid and a waste of money. She’d said before she died that she couldn’t understand why people paid money for cut flowers when they could plant a tree or a rosebush and have a living monument to love, instead of flowers that were already in a dying state.

  The cemetery had rules prohibiting plantings at gravesides, otherwise he would’ve surrounded her with rosebushes and come to tend them every single day. Maybe that was one reason why they didn’t allow such things. The living needed to be allowed to move on.