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

by Heather Rainier

  She racked her brain trying to think what could be making the sound because she hadn’t brought any of her vibrators with her on the first trip and knew for a fact they were all safely packed in a large sports duffel bag in the U-Haul. Her mind was awhirl with the possibilities of what pervertable household item Boone was about to use on her that could be found in the bathroom. Oh holy—

  Boone lifted his tongue from her clit and replaced it with something vibrating at a superfast rate. Her pussy immediately clenched in response, feeling like it was swelling at an alarming rate. The tension built in her at such a precipitous pace she felt like she’d lost control. The spasms started, and in a matter of seconds her orgasm crested, causing her to wail like a banshee. Boone’s mouth joined whatever was vibrating against her clit, and he pushed her relentlessly to another even harder orgasm. When the last wave washed through her, she heard the toy switch off and sighed in bliss as the blunt head of his cock nudged her pussy and invaded in one hot, wet stroke.

  “Oh, fuck yes, Maya. You feel so good,” he ground out as he grasped her hips and thrust every inch of his bone-hard cock into her more than willing cunt.

  He slowed down after a minute and held up the object of her pleasure earlier, and she realized what it was. An electric toothbrush. The kind with vibrating head and bristles. She giggled as he handed it to Richard, who turned it on and used it to stroke her now very sensitive nipples. Richard alternated between stroking them with the head of the brush and then lightly drawing the vibrating bristles over her nipples as well. The sensation was unbelievably intense. Maya heard another pop and whir and looked up at Boone, who now held another toothbrush in his hand.

  “They’re a great value in a multipack.”

  Maya’s laughter turned to cries of ecstasy as Boone resumed making love to her and laid the vibrating head carefully across her clit while Richard continued teasing her nipples. Her pussy clenched at the sensation, and she pulled Boone into orgasm along with her.

  Only Richard remained unsatisfied, and she was having none of that. In short order, his cock was sheathed and he had her on her hands and knees. Her pussy tingled and convulsed as he slid his cock into her swollen entrance. She was even a little surprised by her own stamina as she arched and moved against him, wanting more of him. He held her hips gently and thrust in small increments until his hips were against hers.

  “Okay, baby?”

  “Oh, yes, yes. So good. Fuck me, please.”

  Richard chuckled and wrapped his arms around her torso and murmured, “Oh, I plan to, baby. I plan to.”

  A thrill went through her as he pulled her back to his front, staying firmly planted deep within her. One of his hands held a breast and the other cupped her mound as he stroked slowly into her. Boone and Kendall rested against the headboard and watched.

  Maya loved this particular position with them because she enjoyed being put on display like this. They would be able to see Richard’s thick cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She got wetter and wetter with each stroke at that thought and was soon moving with him in utter abandon.

  Richard’s fingers splayed her pussy lips open, and Maya knew what came next. Two faint pops and both Boone and Kendall were laying the vibrating toothbrush heads against both nipples and her clit. Damned if Kendall didn’t have one, too.

  Richard chuckled as she writhed. “They seem to enjoy tormenting you, Maya. Poor, poor baby.”

  Kendall happily said, “Babydoll, we’re going to make you come so hard you fall into a coma afterward.”

  Her body lit up with sparks as the earth shattered around her.

  * * * *

  Maya pulled up in front of the porch steps of the Divine Creek Ranch house. She was driving that morning and was happy to have her Cadillac back. She admired the Escalade that now graced the driveway in front of the house. It was a lovely shade of sparkling blue that Grace’s men must have ordered especially for her. They were going to hang out for a couple of hours that morning at Discretion while Juliana took Will to the pediatrician.

  Grace came down the steps, escorted by Jack, who kissed her cheek and waved to Maya before getting in his own black SUV. Grace looked as gorgeous as ever in a gauzy, summer sundress that showed off her lightly tanned shoulders and arms.

  Kendall and Boone had returned her rental car the day before, and all three had helped her unpack what could fit in the house, and everything else was stored in a rental unit for the time being. She appreciated how careful they were with her things, especially her playroom furniture.

  She knew Boone was anxious to get house plans underway and was willing to bet there was a playroom planned for their new house, with her padded play furniture front and center in it.

  Grace broke into her thoughts. “What do you think about a beach theme for Saturday night? I suggested ‘Margaritaville Night’ and Ethan liked it.”

  “No exotic dancers? That would outrage the Divine Morality brigade and probably have them picketing and protesting outside the club.”

  “Ace and Kemp want to catch whoever was video-recording us on the dance floor. If there are male exotic dancers, only women would show up and vice versa. We want to leave it wide open so they feel like they can disappear in the crowd. Ace and Kemp aren’t going to let that happen.”

  Once again, Maya was intrigued by these two mysterious men. “Are they going to rough them up and threaten them with cement boots?”

  Grace giggled. “Oh no. Nothing like that. They are good at giving bad people reasons to leave good people alone. It’s thanks to the two of them Teresa’s little boy Michael has been fully adopted by Angel and Joaquin and now bears their last name. Michael’s paternal grandparents were monsters and would never have allowed it, except that Ace and Kemp gave them and Michael’s biological father compelling reasons to relinquish all rights to him. Those men are good at gathering information, too. They have resources the average joe doesn’t have access to. Did you get unpacked yesterday?”

  They chatted on the way to Discretion as the Cadillac ate up the miles and Kenny Chesney crooned “Somewhere With You” in the background. Grace’s phone signaled an incoming call, and she reached into her purse for it.

  “Hello. Hi, Nell! I’m fine. How’s Henry? You’re not out protesting with him?” There was a long pause then Grace chuckled. “All right. I’ll get with you as soon as I get to the shop. Rachel, too? Okay. See you in a few minutes.” She ended the call and put her phone back in her purse. “I’m glad I brought my laptop with me.”

  “What’s up?”

  “That was an author friend of mine. Actually, she and her husband write together, under the same pseudonym.”

  “A husband and wife team. How cool. What do they write?”

  Grace snickered and replied, “Erotic romance. Same as me.”

  “Can I ask what their pseudonym is?”

  “Sure. They keep it under wraps at home, but when they’re at conventions they let it all hang out. Have you ever heard of Willow Fields?”

  “Oh my gosh! I loved the Blessed, Colorado series! Especially The Waitress and Her Twin Trouble.”

  “Me, too! Yep, that’s them. She said she and Henry want to video chat with me and Rachel about something.”

  Maya turned into Discretion’s parking lot and parked next to Rachel’s jet-black four-door Toyota Tundra.

  “Good, Rachel’s here.”

  The herbal scent of lavender hung lightly in the air as they entered the shop, and Maya noted the source at the spa and aromatherapy counter.

  Rachel was helping a lean, good-looking man in his mid- to late-forties make a selection. She conversed quietly with the man and had a twinkle in her eyes as she spoke to him, leading Maya to think Rachel must know him.

  His dark hair was flecked with silver all over, and lines from smiling and squinting in the sun were etched around his eyes. He was deeply tanned, and Maya wondered if perhaps he looked slightly older because he spent so much time outdoors.

  Rache
l led him over to the sales counter where she tallied up all his purchases, a rather substantial-looking collection of bath and body products in the relaxing lavender scent.

  “Chance, I think she’ll love these. The foot cream will feel so good after she’s been on her feet all day. You’re a sweetheart to get all this for her. How’s Clayton doing?”

  Maya smiled at the man’s West Texas twang as he replied with good humor, “He’s holding the fort down. He suggested I come see you ladies and let you make the selections. Cowboys don’t know a thing about girlie stuff.”

  Grace gave Chance a hug and said, “You can trust us to steer you right around the girlie stuff. Does this mean you have someone to buy for on a regular basis? We can help you out with whatever you need.”

  Chance grinned and seemed to blush a little under his tan as he handed Rachel his debit card. “Well, I’m gonna fire one over her bow and see if we get a response.” He gave an appreciative once-over to the rest of the shop and added, “Although I’ll bet she’d love to shop here.”

  “Baby steps, Chance. Right?”

  Rachel handed him his purchases in a fancy bag with the Discretion logo on it, and he exchanged pleasantries for a few moments before Grace made the introductions. Chance turned his brilliant blue gaze on Maya.

  “So you’re the lovely lady I’ve been hearing about.” He shook her hand congenially as her cheeks went up in flames. “Welcome to Divine, Ms. Daire. I’ll bet you’re having loads of fun hanging out with these lovely ladies.”

  “I sure am, Mr. Carlisle. It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”

  “Likewise, ma’am. Well, I’ll get out of you ladies’ hair. Stay out of trouble.”

  Chance made his exit as two more customers entered the store. Juliana came from the back room with her sleepy, auburn-haired baby tucked against her chest and a large, rather executive-ish looking diaper bag in tow.

  “Hi, Maya,” Juliana said in greeting as she sat the bag on the counter and dug through it quickly. “Wallet, phone, tablet, keys. Keys. Where are my keys?”

  A jingling sound got her attention, and Rachel chuckled as she dangled a key ring on her index finger. “You left them on the counter when you opened this morning. Do you have everything?”

  “Yup.” William squirmed against her, yawned, and sneezed.

  “Poor baby. Allergies just like his daddy. I’ll be back in a bit.”

  Juliana sailed out the door, and they heard her Tahoe start out front and drive off moments later. Grace and Rachel helped the customers while Maya looked at a lingerie catalog behind the sales counter.

  After the customers were finished shopping and their merchandise paid for, Grace said, “Rachel, we need to Skype with Nell and Henry Flanders for a few minutes. They wanted to talk to us about something.”

  Five minutes later they were set up in the break room. Maya stayed out front to man the store, but nobody came in during their conversation. She was busying herself dusting a book shelf when Grace and Rachel returned to the front giggling.

  “Maya, you’re not going to believe what we were just talking about,” Grace said as she sat down on the comfy tall chair behind the counter. “There was a small riot yesterday in the county lockup in Alamosa, Colorado.”

  Rachel chuckled and gestured a thumb at Grace and said, “Turns out Prison Riot Caressa’s books were the cause of it.”

  Grace laughed and said, “Nuh-uh! Porn Harlot Jane’s books were found in tatters on the floor as well when the dust settled. It turns out someone in the lockup had a small collection of erotic novels he shared with inmates who liked to…um…read. We evidently have developed a following in that jail, and someone took a book another inmate wasn’t done with yet.”

  “Oh, no.”

  “Oh, yeah. It gets better. The story made the news in the local market and the front page of two newspapers. The sheriff is sympathetic and said all the inmates involved were well behaved until the incident, but the local judge demanded all porn and smut be removed from the jail, including what remains of the book collection. Nell and Henry decided to protest the action and have set up their base of operations outside the courthouse where the judge presides over cases.”

  “Poor guys.” Jail inmates who preferred erotic romance to porn? Well, romance is for everybody, I guess. “I understand why you call Grace Prison Riot Caressa. It’s understandable. But why Porn Harlot Jane?”

  Rachel said, “I got an e-mail once. The opening line was—” In a melodramatic tone, in unison Grace and Rachel said, “Mizz O’Malley, you are a porn harlot and should be ashamed!”

  Rachel elbowed Grace and snickered, then said, “I clicked delete, but it became a standing joke between us and was soon my nickname. So Prison Riot Caressa and I, and Nell and Henry, also known as Willow Fields, had a videoconference with the sheriff of Alamosa County and he agreed to let us replace the books that were ruined. We’re sending signed copies to Nell, and the sheriff will hold them for the inmate the collection belonged to. In the meantime, Nell and Henry will protest the judge’s decision, and if they’re successful the inmates will get the books back.”

  Grace gestured with a thumb to Rachel and rolled her eyes. “Then Porn Harlot Jane has to go and ask if we can talk with some of the inmates.”

  Maya’s eyes popped at that declaration.

  Rachel shrugged and said, “Research! Everything is research. I wanted to know what they were like. I’m curious about what motivated them to read our books when stereotypically that’s not what we’d expect them to read.”

  “Did the sheriff agree?”

  “Oh, yeah. He brought his laptop into one of the visitation rooms and let a couple of the inmates talk to us. They think we are very bee-yootiful. I asked them why they were there, and after they filled us in and told us they were big fans, we asked a few questions and that was it.”

  “That never would’ve happened if it weren’t for videoconferencing,” Grace said, taking a long drink from her water bottle as she stroked her abdomen. Maya could well imagine none of Grace’s men would allow her within a mile of a jail.

  “No, indeed,” Rachel agreed.

  “They have no idea where you are, do they?”

  “No. Nor do they know our real names,” Rachel replied. “They know me as Jane O’Malley and Grace as Caressa MacFarland. Of course that could all change if those assholes with that blog ever get wind of our pseudonyms.”

  “I’ll never tell. By the way, have either of you ever met Sophie Oak? I’m her biggest fan.”

  Grace and Rachel laughed and sat Maya down to tell her a story about one of the previous year’s Romance Writers’ Conventions, which took place in New Orleans. The tale involved Ms. Oak, a riverboat, a bottle of tequila, and a bellhop’s cart from one of the area’s swankier hotels. Suddenly the nicknames they called each other by didn’t seem so unusual.

  Chapter Twenty-five

  Kendall sent up a prayer of thanks that the Divine Creek was deep enough for cannonballs along the stretch forming the property boundary between the JWB Ranch and the Divine Creek Ranch. It would’ve been a shame to miss Maya’s squeal of delight as she leaped from the bank, swinging on the Tarzan rope and landing in the water with a big splash.

  The workday had just ended for the men. Boone and Richard had arrived at the JWB and helped him finish up chores so they could go see what Maya was up to. Now they stood inside the tree line watching her play in the water like a little girl, swinging from the rope Kendall had shimmied up into one of the tall oaks to tie off for their use the week before.

  “Too bad we didn’t bring swimming trunks,” Kendall said as Maya swung into the water again.

  Boone snorted as he undid his belt buckle. “You think she cares if we have on swimming trunks?”

  “Good point,” Richard said as he did the same. One of their belts struck a rock as they dropped their clothes, catching Maya’s attention.

  She held on to the knotted rope and swung back and forth, dressed in her
bikini, and said, “Finally! Someone to skinny-dip with!”

  She laughed as Boone shot down the bank and leaped into the water, creating the mother of all cannonballs.

  When they were all in the water with her, drenched from head to toe and surrounding her, Maya said, “I went exploring along the bank before I got in the water.”

  “Oh, yeah?” Kendall said as he kissed the sparkling water droplets on her shoulder. He slid his hands down her waist as she gripped his shoulders to steady herself in the water since the current kept pushing her.

  She kissed his cheek and continued. “I found a nice, secluded spot that’s not so close to the path leading down here. It’s deeper than the one we used last time. You can still see anyone approaching from our side, but the trees and brush are much thicker. No one will find us unless we want to be found. I’m dying to try it out.”

  Boone cupped her breast and stroked a single, callused finger over her tightly peaked nipple and said, “Right now.” He didn’t say it like a question but more like a statement, and she nodded, her cheeks turning a pretty pink.

  “Yes. I brought all the stuff with me, just in case.”

  Kendall smiled when he noticed she practically vibrated with excitement. Maya put her palm to his cheek and looked up into his eyes and over at his brothers. “I want it all.”

  Kendall’s body started vibrating enthusiastically as well, especially below the waist. “You mean the three of us at once?”

  “You sure, baby?” Richard asked, reaching out to caress her neck, beneath her left ear. “You’re not just trying to please us?”

  Maya’s cheeks bloomed with a deeper blush and she shook her head. “No. I want all three of you to make love to me together.”

  Boone lifted her hand and kissed it, then smiled at her. “Show us the spot you found, baby.”

  Kendall lifted her slick, curvy body into his arms and waded for the shore. “We love giving our lady what she wants, don’t we, guys.”