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

by Heather Rainier

He chuckled and pulled her under him. “You’re insatiable.”

  She giggled and replied, “The love of a good man will do that to a woman.”

  He sheathed his cock quickly and groaned when she wrapped her legs around his waist. His solid weight felt indescribably good above her. She moaned when he flexed his hips and nudged her with the tip of his cock. It was pure bliss the way he entered her, stretching her slowly and filling her to practically bursting.

  Richard and Maya made love with slow, leisurely strokes until they were both consumed in a fiery burst of ecstasy. After they’d recovered, Richard left the bed to dispose of the condom. When he returned she was already drifting toward sleep.

  He got into the bed and pulled her on top of him, her legs splayed on either side of his thighs and pulled the sheet up to her hips.

  “Maya?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Loving you has healed me. Thank you.”

  Maya lifted her head from his chest and gazed into his luminous eyes. “I think we healed each other, Richard.” Her lips trembled as he pulled her closer and kissed her so tenderly tears leaked from her eyes. These tears were happy tears. She nestled to him and he caressed her back in slow, hypnotic strokes.

  “I swear your skin is like silk under my fingertips.”

  * * * *

  Boone returned home with Kendall that afternoon. The drapes on the front windows were drawn and the house was quiet, dark, and cool when they entered.

  Kendall silently followed him down the hallway to the master bedroom. The door was open, and he smiled in satisfaction when he looked inside and saw them. Richard was crashed hard, and Maya was asleep, sprawled on top of him, her head on his shoulder. They faced each other as though they’d fallen asleep talking or perhaps looking at each other.

  Her hair was spread all around her creamy shoulders and Richard’s chest as though he’d been playing with it. Boone thought of how many times they must’ve made love if they were so deep asleep at this time of the day. He could make out the shape of her lush, heart-shaped ass through the sheet and his cock stirred.

  “Beautiful,” Kendall whispered reverently before turning to him. “I don’t want to wake either one of them.”

  “Looks like they wore each other out.”

  Boone pulled the door closed, and they spent a few minutes together talking and making supper.

  After a big pot of spaghetti and garlic bread were ready, Boone returned to the still-reposing sleeping beauties. Maya had kicked off the sheet so nothing about her position was left to the imagination.

  Sitting on the edge of the bed, he slid his hand gently down the smooth skin of Maya’s back to the upper swell of her exposed buttocks. The sight of her and that simple touch was enough to get him completely hard. It was going to be difficult waiting for bedtime.

  She reacted to his touch, arching against his hand, which pleased him very much. He turned his hand and let the tops of his fingers trace back up her spine. She shuddered, sighed, and made a blissful, kittenish little sound designed to torture his libido.

  After a few moments of repeated up-and-down caresses, she turned her head and opened her eyes. When she saw him she smiled so happily he thought his heart would burst. She untucked her right hand and slid it across the bed to him and whispered, “Hi.”

  Twining his fingers with hers he responded, “Hi, baby.”

  “Welcome home.”

  God, was it ever a good welcome home, there in her eyes and her smile and the languorous, sleepy quality of her voice. That was home.

  “We made supper.”

  “You did? After doing all that driving you had to fix your own supper. Poor baby.” She put her lip out in a sleepy little pout and added, “I should’ve had something ready for when you got home.”

  “That’s okay. I’ll claim my payment after supper.”

  Her eyes got bigger but then she smiled sexily at him. “Guess what I got this afternoon.” He could tell by the wicked twinkle in her eyes that she was not referring to the red roses Richard had picked up for her at Merritt’s on their way through town earlier.

  “What did you get, baby?”

  Revealing that he, too, was awake, Richard cleared his voice and said, “She got a spanking for being a naughty girl.”

  Boone’s eyebrows arched up. Richard? Richard had given Maya a spanking?

  Maya giggled and said, “Yup. I was a badly behaved girl. I had it coming.”

  Richard chuckled. “That’s not all she had coming.”

  Boone’s hand itched to glide over her ass and inspect it, feel the heat if any remained. He knew Richard would be very careful with her and doubted that any redness had lingered.

  Richard stretched his big body, with her still sprawled on top of him, then he helped her to sit up. After she kissed Richard one last time, she climbed off and went to Boone.

  “I haven’t given you a proper welcome yet, have I?”

  “I’ll take a kiss for now. The ‘proper welcome’ can wait until later tonight,” he said, drawing her to him for a long, deep kiss and a hug. His hands strayed all over her body as he kissed her, finding her silky, hot cunt drenched with her juices. She gasped against his lips and moaned when he slid two fingers into her pussy and stroked very gently then added his thumb against her clit. He meant it to stop at a kiss, but what the hell.

  “Oh, Boone. You’re going to…”

  “I’m going to what?” he asked as she wound her arms around his neck. Her hips flexed against his hand, moving with the same steady rhythm he employed.

  “Oh, God. Boone, I’m going to…” Her voice was cut off by her groan. He growled with satisfaction as her pussy tightened like a vise around his fingers. Now this was a proper welcome home: the feel of his woman about to come just from the touch of his fingers.

  “You’re going to what, baby?” The fluttering of her orgasm started around his fingers and Boone wanted to beat his chest in triumph.

  “I’m coming! Oh, Boone! Yes!” Her cries were sweet music to his ears as her pussy quaked and convulsed on his fingers, drenching his hand with her cum. She was so beautiful in the way she surrendered to him, her cheeks flushed and her lips rosy from his kiss, parted in ecstasy. When she stilled she looked up at him and smiled, her eyes half closed, looking very satisfied. She bit her lower lip and sighed when he slid his fingers to his mouth and licked her cum from them. She was sweet and tangy like a ripe apricot.

  “Luscious, baby.”

  Someone’s stomach growled and they both looked up and realized that all four of them were still in the room together. Richard watched with lazy contentment on his face, although his semi-erect cock was telling another story. Kendall looked enthralled and ready to jump in the bed, too.

  Maya sighed happily and said, “It’s time to eat, I guess.”

  Boone adjusted the bone-hard cock punching at his fly and said, “Don’t tempt me, Maya.”

  Chapter Twenty-two

  That Friday night, Boone groaned as he watched Maya step onto the dance floor with the girls at The Dancing Pony. Ever since their return to Divine Thursday afternoon, she couldn’t walk through a room without inspiring a hard-on for him. Her most innocent touch or look had him thinking evil, lascivious, dominating thoughts. She never held back from him or his brothers.

  She was delightfully playful, fun-loving, and sweetly submissive when the time was right. She kept up with them tirelessly and brought more happiness into his life than he’d experienced in a whole lifetime.

  She’d hung out at Discretion with Grace during the week, which Boone knew Grace’s men appreciated, especially on the drive to and from Morehead. There had been no other incidents, and Boone hoped it stayed that way for all the women’s sakes.

  His cock hardened to epic proportions as he watched Maya saunter forward with the girls. He’d heard in Technicolor detail from Kendall about her dance in the living room.

  She was straight-up the hottest woman he’d ever known, and she was his. Th
at was part of her gift. Each of his brothers felt the same way—she was his. Somehow she managed to fill different needs they each had for a woman. She gave Kendall the sweet, teasing love he craved, she gave Richard understanding, tenderness, and quiet acceptance, and she gave Boone her submission and undeniably kinky side. She gave them all her love.

  Ethan must have been in a mood for oldies tonight as “American Woman” by The Guess Who pumped old-school electric guitar over the speakers. The energy level in the night club rose as the dance floor flooded and others watched the girls dance.

  The girls were all attractive in different ways, but Maya stood out amongst them, like a siren calling his name. Boone grinned as he caught a glimpse of Juliana Peterson on the dance floor. He remembered a time when Ash Peterson had almost pounded his ass for trying to take off with his woman for a dance.

  Boone hadn’t minded poaching too much back in the day and recalled with only a small amount of embarrassment that he’d had similar prurient thoughts about Teresa Palacios before he’d found out she was engaged to Angel Martinez and his brother, Joaquin.

  Now, here they were having finally found the right woman for them. Maya was dressed up for them in a new outfit she’d brought home from Discretion that afternoon.

  His cock jumped for joy at the recollection of her showing it off before they’d left for the club. The simple but sexy low-cut red dress ended just above her knees. It clung to her curves like a second skin and made him wish this was the end of the evening instead of the beginning.

  Because he’d done an up-close inspection, he knew the seams running up the backs of her stockings were bright red to match her garter belt and made her legs look ten feet long before disappearing into her red stilettos. Generously, Maya had allowed him to assist in picking out her panties, so he knew she was clad in a miniscule cherry-red satin G-string that was mostly elastic and a cute little bow.

  Her blonde curls bobbed around her shoulders as her arms arced through the air, her body keeping an undulating counterpoint to the rhythm of the music. He felt another surge of gratitude to Morgan for encouraging her when she’d decided to take striptease and pole dancing lessons. Maya had told Boone that instead of laughing, Morgan had arranged the lessons for her as a birthday gift. She must’ve been an A-plus student.

  Boone tensed when he saw a man reach out a hand from where he sat at a table next to the dance floor. The object of his reach was Maya. Before Boone could make a move, Eli Wolf grasped the guy’s wrist and eased him back into his chair. Quick words were shared between the two, and the guy held up his hands in apology.

  Boone was grateful to Eli and knew he’d have done the same thing for him since Eli’s wife, Rachel, was on the dance floor, too. He liked being part of an extended family that looked out for each other.

  “Now that’s some karma for your ass, right there, Warner,” Ash Peterson said in a gravelly, amused-sounding voice. “Lucky for that guy Eli was nearby, otherwise I have a feeling the poor sap would have his arm stuck up his ass right now.”

  Boone looked over at Peterson and had to laugh. Yeah, he probably would’ve been involved in a brawl tonight if not for Wolf’s astuteness. “Yup.”

  “Juliana is enjoying getting to know Maya. She fits right in with them, doesn’t she?”

  Boone knew he meant in general, but Boone had to agree on the larger scale, too. The group of women who occupied the dance floor were a breed unto themselves. Beautiful, smart, independent, sassy, sweet, and self-confident.

  The one other thing they all had in common was that they inspired single-minded devotion in the hearts of their men. Whether it was one, two, or three men didn’t seem to matter. He knew this because he saw it in the eyes of their men as they watched them dance.

  Maya turned as she danced, shaking her succulent ass to the beat of The Guess Who song until it faded, only to be replaced by another oldies hit. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ethan Grant and Evan Garner make a move toward the dance floor as “Some Kind of Wonderful” by Grand Funk Railroad started to play. The girls moved to the new beat for another girls’ dance.

  Fuck this! Enough torture!

  Boone patted Ash on the back and said, “I’m not missing my chance, Ash.”

  Ash chuckled and strode with him to the dance floor to claim his woman, too. Juliana crooked a finger when she noticed Ash’s approach and allowed him to catch her to him on the dance floor.

  Maya sinuously molded herself to Boone as he came up behind her and allowed him to turn her and pull her into an intimate dance embrace with his thigh between hers.

  “You read my mind, Boone. I could practically feel the heat from here, looking into your eyes. You’re very hard,” she murmured up close.

  “And you’re very soft,” he said near her ear.

  When I hold her in my arms,

  You know she sets my soul on fire.

  Oooh, when my baby kisses me,

  My heart becomes filled with desire.

  He slid his hands down her back to her hips and her ass, directing her in a dirty dancing move that had her pressed so close to his cock he could feel the heat between her legs. Her lids shuttered and he heard her low moan as he rubbed his thigh against her apex with each step.

  When she wraps her lovin’ arms around me,

  About drives me out of my mind.

  Yeah, when my baby kisses me,

  Chills run up and down my spine.

  Maya returned the favor and pressed her mound against his erection and flexed her hips as they moved. For a split second he thought he might lose control and begin humping her right there on the dance floor. His friends had their girls in similar clinches all around them as they moved to the beat of the song.

  Boone smiled when he noticed Ethan dancing with Grace at a more subdued pace than they normally took. Ethan seemed even more entranced by his lovely wife. Boone was glad for her that she was able to come to the club, thanks to the city ordinance banning smoking in public places, including The Dancing Pony. He had a feeling she would’ve been banned from the club by her overprotective husbands if that hadn’t been the case.

  “Are you happy we’re going to get your stuff tomorrow?”

  “Yes, there are some things I’ve been missing.” Her tone hinted they were also things he would miss if he only knew what they were.

  “What kinds of things?”

  “All kinds of good things. My lingerie. My books,” she said with a small smile. The little tease was building him up to better things.

  “Oh, yeah?”

  “My…toys.”

  Fuck, yes!

  His voice seemed deeper than normal as he responded, “You have a toy collection?” The Dom in him reared his head, wanting to know what kinds of naughty toys she played with. What he wouldn’t give to tie her down on the bed and experiment with them right now.

  “Yes, Boone. I have a wonderful collection.” And didn’t his cock just fucking tingle all over at the thought. “Plus, other things.”

  “Like what, baby. Tell me.”

  Maya bit her lower lip. Boone gasped her hips firmly and pressed his lips to the satiny flesh beneath her ear. She turned her lips to his ear and said, “A violet wand.”

  His body locked down suddenly for fear of coming right there on the spot. Control was maintained by the thinnest thread.

  “God, I love this woman,” he whispered as he squeezed her.

  Her lips tilted to his ear again. “I also have a St. Andrew’s Cross. And a bondage sling. And…”

  “And?”

  “Lots and lots of soft, luxurious cotton rope.”

  Marry me!

  “Baby. Do you like rope play?” Chills ran up and down his spine at the thought of the satisfaction he would take in restraining her in a series of intricate knots. Maya helpless, at his mercy. Tied for his pleasure.

  “Morgan had agreed to take classes in it. We’d only taken a couple before…The rope is all still in its packaging.”

 
“You never played with anyone else?”

  “No. His instructor called to offer, in a nice way. He said if it was something I needed…I could call on him. I wasn’t ready and he didn’t push it. He was a very kind Dom, but it would’ve felt wrong. The domination meant nothing to me without the love undergirding it. I want it with you if you’re willing.”

  A low growl welled in his throat at the thought. “I’m way past willing, baby. I’ll look into classes.” Rope play was not something to take lightly or enter into without knowing what he was doing. He’d never put her in danger with his overconfidence.

  “What are you thinking about now? Is it scaring you to know how kinky I am?”

  Boone shook his head. “No, I’m thinking about where I can take you tonight that we can have some kinky fun without being overheard.”

  “The creek?” He could plainly see the eagerness in her eyes.

  “I’d have to improvise.”

  “I’d love to see how you improvise.”

  Boone chuckled and started making a list in his head of what he would need. “It would mean getting back home a little late.”

  “That’s okay. It would be an adventure.”

  The list grew in his head.

  * * * *

  “Lord have mercy. What was I thinking when I suggested this?”

  “Excuse me?”

  Uh-oh. She’d said that out loud?

  “Oh, I—uh.”

  “Tsk, tsk.”

  Improvise. He’d said he needed to improvise and I thought that was a great idea. I should’ve known the Dom would rear his evil head and think of ten different ways to torture me!

  “I’m sorry, Boone. I’ll be—

  Boone gently flicked the clothespins attached to her nipples. The evil genius smiled as the sensation shot a bolt of electricity straight to her clit. She shuddered remembering what it would feel like when he removed them later.

  “…and you’re still talking. Do you need the gag?”

  Maya slammed her lips shut and shook her head vehemently. She hated the gag. Morgan had never minded wiping up her drool afterward, but she despised it. In the dim light of the LED lanterns, Boone grinned at her, and the shadows made his grin appear almost sadistic.