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

by Heather Rainier

  “Yes, ma’am. It may have started out a few weeks ago, like you said, with kids. But today’s incident with the egg-throwing sounds like a means to distract you so they could set the fire. If Ms. Daire hadn’t been as observant, by the time you’d gotten back inside it might have been too late for this old house,” the sheriff said, shaking his head sympathetically.

  Nodding to Summer and Margot, the fire chief said, “Ladies, does anybody live upstairs?”

  Summer replied, “At the moment, no. But there is a large apartment up there. I was considering moving into it, so someone is always here.”

  The handsome Tarkett County Sheriff, David Northup, said, “I’d definitely see about setting up a security system if you do, ma’am. Call if you need us. Sorry about your back porch.”

  Summer nodded and smiled at him and thanked the men before they left. The fire department gathered all their equipment and departed soon after.

  The men walked the ladies back to the storefront, and Grace gasped as she walked past her Escalade. “Oh! Shoot!” Maya snickered when she even stomped her foot.

  “What is it, darlin’?” Jack asked, the picture of husbandly concern.

  “My ice cream! It’s sitting on the front seat melted!” She pulled open her car door and carefully lifted out the plastic bag containing her pint of ice cream.

  Summer held out a hand. “Let me put it in the freezer, Grace. It won’t be as good the second time around but it’ll still make a nice snack.”

  Grace lifted the bag containing the half gallon jar of dill pickles that had inspired so much levity earlier and followed them inside. “I had my mouth all set for java fudge ice cream.”

  Rachel snorted. “How about java fudge milk shake? Hey, can I have some pickles, too?”

  * * * *

  Saturday night, Maya adjusted the strap on her red lace push-up bra and tied a knot under her breasts with the shirt tails of her costume. With Summer’s help she’d found the perfect costume for Margaritaville Night at The Dancing Pony.

  She’d decided on a 1940s pin-up girl’s costume—red gingham shirt with lots of cleavage showing, red shorts that showed way more than they covered of her upper thighs, and cherry red peep-toe pumps. She’d even managed to get in to Madeleine’s to have her hair styled in an updo that would’ve made Betty Grable proud.

  Touching up her cherry-red lipstick, she smiled at herself in the mirror and liked what she saw. The smiling woman looking back at her appeared younger, relaxed, and in love.

  After flipping off the light switch, Maya walked down the hall to the living room where her men waited in their flip-flops, shorts, and Hawaiian-print shirts “a la Jimmy Buffet.” Satisfaction filled her heart when all three of their jaws popped open. Their eyes bulged as she did a slow turn and cocked a hip at them.

  “Dayum, babydoll!” Kendall crowed as he gave her the once-over and closed the distance between them. He traced his fingertips around her waist as he walked around her and then pulled her into his arms. The hardening ridge of his cock pressed against her, and her body responded. Boone and Richard joined them.

  “You’re a knockout in that outfit. Out of it, too,” Boone murmured as he pressed his warm lips to the back of her neck above her shirt collar. His words and his touch sent a flurry of tingles to her nipples and beyond.

  Richard kissed her and said, “You look gorgeous, Maya. Let’s get out of here before we all wind up back in bed. Not that I would object, mind you.”

  * * * *

  Grace sat in Ethan’s lap, watching Summer and her date with growing concern. Rachel had pronounced Summer to be an “asshole magnet,” and the appellation was certainly proving true this evening. When Grace and Teresa had first met her, barely two years before, Grace had thought the beautiful, voluptuous woman exuded confidence. In the interim, she’d discovered that while Summer did truly brim with self-assurance, she held hidden from almost everyone a plus-sized woman’s vulnerability and insecurity.

  Add to that the fact she’d attracted a string of admirers in the last two years that had each been successively worse that the last. Grace had thought the last had been the worst, but she was being proved wrong tonight.

  Grace had offered to set Summer up on a blind date tonight and had even known the perfect guy for her. But when Grace had called her, Summer had assured her she already had a date for that night’s bash. Summer had only come to The Dancing Pony a few times, for reasons Grace still didn’t understand.

  Summer sat with her date, Kent Hargrove, and the others making small talk. They hadn’t discussed the blog or the reason for the big Margaritaville Night party because there were people present who knew nothing about it. In addition there were people in attendance who were not there for friendly reasons. The goal was to catch them in the act.

  Grace wouldn’t be a bit surprised if Ethan, Jack, and Adam had a personal hand in dealing out retribution to the person responsible.

  “Earth to Grace,” Ethan whispered in her ear as her thoughts rambled. His warm hand, which had been caressing her abdomen and their sleeping daughter inside her, strayed up her side. His thumb brushed along the side of her breast in a tender, secretive touch, and her ultra-sensitive nipples hardened into tingling peaks. She was wearing her pink satin-and-lace shelf bra at his request beneath her sexy, but flowing, pink-and-white patterned silk dress. It was maternity wear and looked good on her, but her burgeoning middle had begun to give her doubts.

  What would she look like after Rose Marie arrived? Would her waist and abdomen ever return to normal? Would her breasts sag? Charity had assured her they would, a bit. In her typical no-nonsense fashion, Charity had told her that her figure would never be the same, but her men would cherish her regardless of whether her abdomen ever returned to its original muscle tone or her breasts lost a little of their firmness.

  She’d told Grace that in some ways, her husband, Justin, seemed to treat her body after the kids had been born in a way that approached worship.

  Knowing her men already had adoration down to an art form, Grace tried not to worry too much.

  Her body tingled all over now, as she recalled the tenderness with which Ethan had made love to her earlier, bringing her to orgasm with his mouth, and then he had loved her with his cock to a second exquisite climax. The adoration in his sparkling blue gaze the whole time had added an even deeper emotional element to their lovemaking, and any doubts she’d had about her beauty before or after Rose Marie arrived were laid to rest.

  Afterward, Ethan had helped her dress. With her body still tingling from his lovemaking, Grace knew he had picked the lingerie to maximize the effect. The dress rubbed deliciously against her nipples, keeping them constantly hard, though the pattern of the dress made that fact much less noticeable.

  The pink lace boyshorts were a luxuriant, stretchy lace that clung to her curves but didn’t bind beneath her rounded abdomen. The added benefit of the boy shorts was that the center seam was split and joined together by neat little bows which could be undone.

  Ethan had demonstrated that a well-placed finger could also slip easily between the bows for a quick, naughty caress against her clit. The notion of him doing that now as she sat in his lap had her cunt clenching in anticipation.

  Ethan gave her a knowing smile as he gazed at her, and Grace was certain he knew exactly what was going through her mind. She glanced up and smiled playfully when she realized Jack and Adam were watching them with interest obvious in their gazes.

  “What lascivious thoughts lurk in your mind, Gracie?” Ethan asked as his other hand slid surreptitiously from the back of her bare knee to her upper thigh under the dress.

  It was a good thing they sat in the corner with the table before them, otherwise his misbehavior would’ve been more noticeable as his hand traced higher to the tender juncture between her upper thigh and derriere. Jack and Adam pretended not to notice.

  Unfortunately, Kent Hargrove’s snide remark filtered though the haze of lust rapidly overtak
ing good sense.

  “Summer, you need to remember your little niche in the retail world, selling sex toys and bondage gear, might give you a slightly narrower focus than the rest of us.”

  Summer chuckled good-naturedly and replied, “I beg to differ, Kent. Sex sells. Everything. Take the way they design cars, for instance. Look at the new Camaros and the timeless styling of the Corvette for, oh, the last thirty years or so. Corvette, please. They could have more aptly named it the ‘Curvette.’ That rear end is not just about power and tight suspension. Sorry, big boy. That is a woman’s hips and ass. Look at the Ford Shelby Mustang. Add the spoilers, the racing stripes, and pounding stereo and you know what you have, right?”

  Kent rolled his eyes, “No, but I’m sure you’ll share your take on it, won’t you?”

  With his rudeness, he’d just earned himself a permanent “thumbs-down” from Grace. Summer knew exactly what she was talking about.

  Summer giggled and said, “Sorry you’re not feeling it, Kent, but every honest man here will testify that’s an erect cock going down the road at eighty-five miles an hour. Am I wrong?” Summer asked, looking at the other men around the table. She didn’t ask it in an obnoxious way, and her argument was compelling as hell, at least to Grace’s ears.

  “I’m not going to disagree with you, Summer,” Jack said, before adding with a chuckle, “But we thought it was a well-guarded secret.”

  Everybody at the table burst into laughter. Kent didn’t share in the levity of the moment.

  Summer continued, “Which proves the point I was trying to make. Even when we want to deny it or keep it a secret, sex sells everything.”

  Confirming Grace’s firm feeling that Kent didn’t fit well in their group, Ethan whispered, “I could’ve done without this asshole’s presence tonight. Where did Summer find him?”

  “He’s a public relations consultant in Morehead.”

  “Damn. He’s so not hired. He does PR and he argues with his date like that when she’s right?” Ethan murmured as his fingers swirled in a distracting manner against the edge of her panties. “He should treat her with more respect. Does he have any idea how successful Discretion is?”

  “No. And if I’m guessing right by the look in her eyes, he never will.” Summer had glanced up at Grace for a moment, and Grace had seen the disappointment there. Maybe now Summer would finally give Grace a chance to work her matchmaking magic. Sometimes a person had to hit bottom. Grace thought Kent Hargrove represented the bottom of the barrel.

  Over the next twenty minutes, this impression was confirmed repeatedly. Summer bantered with her friends, and when she tried to pull him into the general conversation he responded by talking down to her, pointing out where her reasoning or thought process was flawed, or sharing his much wiser perspective. He’d even intimated that because of her size she didn’t have a clear view of the high-fashion industry, being limited to frumpier, women’s-sized clothing. Grace’s heart had done a painful lurch at the hurtful comment.

  Summer was dressed in a gold, cleavage-maximizing halter dress that skimmed her lovely curves and contrasted strikingly with her tanned skin and flowing, long blonde hair. The dress ended at the knee, and her gold ankle-strap high-heeled sandals accentuated her shapely calves and slender ankles. She looked gorgeous tonight. Kent couldn’t see past the fact she wore a size eighteen. Bastard. Grace’s respect for Summer sky-rocketed as she processed his comment and chose to ignore it instead of replying in kind.

  Kent interrupted Summer as she told a hilarious story involving a delivery driver and a box of vibrators that had broken open during transit in his truck. “You think that’s something, you should hear about what happened to me—”

  Grace made desperate eye contact with Jack, and her husband proved he was both intuitive and compassionate. After a constant barrage of condescension and one-upmanship, Summer was wilting a bit, though trying her best to not show it.

  “Summer, I heard from Grace you’re an excellent dancer. Why don’t you let me take you for a turn on the dance floor?”

  Jack never gave Kent an opportunity to object, and Kent completely missed the insult Jack dealt him in not asking Kent’s permission to dance with his date first. Summer’s eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly at him when Grace winked at her in approval.

  Kent kept on talking and never spared them a glance or acknowledged her departure. Grace hid her smile when she heard the faint, indignant growl come from Ethan. He would never have treated Grace so casually on their first date much less ignored her as she walked off with another man to dance.

  Grace’s phone lit up and she smiled when she saw the caller ID.

  Putting her finger to her other ear, Grace answered, “Hello?”

  “Who is the insanely beautiful woman Jack is dancing with? And who is the rude motherfucker who’s been standing next to her? I can’t hear what he’s saying to her, but I can read her body language clear as a bell. Tell me he has no permanent ties to her.”

  Grace’s intuition was pinging big-time at the husky, territorial tone in his voice. He wasn’t asking please, merely demanding confirmation.

  “You know, it’s funny you should ask me that question, Ace Webster.”

  Chapter Twenty-seven

  Boone felt a knot of anger curl tight inside of him. Maya looked into his eyes and seemed to know what he was thinking. He could tolerate a lot, but he could not abide the stupid fucker sitting at their table for even one more minute.

  “Baby, let’s dance before you kill someone, okay?” Maya asked as she pressed her fingertips to his straining pectorals. Because Summer was away from the table dancing with Jack, he’d drawn breath to say something to Kent when Maya had distracted him. He led her to the dance floor knowing he needed to cool off.

  “What is with that asshole? He talked to her like she was the village idiot or something.”

  “I think he does it because he’s insecure and Summer is so sure of herself. She has an air of self-confidence which probably puts off men like him. She told me she’s never met him in person before tonight. They’ve talked on the phone and chatted online, and he asked her out for tonight. She would’ve turned him down, but she decided she’d take a chance and meet him here since we were all going to be here. He’s a putz.”

  Boone chuckled as they circled the dance floor and held her close to him. The tension in his shoulders faded as she caressed them, and he let out a sigh.

  “Can I ask you a question, Maya?”

  She smiled up at him. “Of course. Ask me anything.”

  “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. I want to ask about the past.”

  “Okay.” She looked at him with trusting blue eyes and waited.

  “When you and Morgan played together, did you ever go to a club in your area or did you play at home?”

  “We played at home. We had some friends in the lifestyle, and we used to go to a public club in Austin with them. They played there, but I never asked Morgan to because I knew he preferred to play in private. We got lots of great ideas from watching, though.”

  “Did you enjoy going to the club?”

  “I did. Because it was a public club there was a limit to the kinds of things that could be done there.”

  “Meaning no sex.”

  “Nope. And no nudity either.”

  Boone detected a sense of disappointment in her tone and decided to probe that simple comment a little more, later on.

  “I know someone who owns a private, exclusive club in Morehead.”

  Maya’s eyes flared at this news. It could’ve been the low light, but he thought he also saw her eyes dilate. “R–really? In Morehead?”

  The dominant part of his psyche wanted to growl at her reaction.

  “Yes. It’s an exclusive club, with membership by invitation only. There would be very few limitations there.”

  Her hands clutched a little when he said it.

  “It sounds wonderful. How did you find it? I imag
ine they don’t advertise in the yellow pages.”

  “Ethan told me about it. He knows a lot of people and a lot about the BDSM lifestyle. I asked him about rope play. I hope you don’t mind I talked to him.”

  “No. I like Ethan. I’m not squeamish about people knowing that about me.”

  Boone liked that about her. She didn’t play games and act bashful about who she was and what she enjoyed. People could take her or leave her.

  “Ethan knows the owner personally. He and Grace have played there a couple of times and so have Eli and Rachel.”

  “Really? But not—”

  “Not together, no,” he replied with a chuckle. “None of the men share that well.”

  “I don’t suppose so.”

  “We’ve been invited to come for a tour. But there’s one catch. For the tour, you would be allowed to remain in your street clothes. But members of the club who are submissives are held to a different standard of dress.”

  “Naked?”

  “No, but nearly so, yes.”

  “Do you pick what I wear?”

  “Yes. Or I can have you go naked.”

  Maya blushed prettily and bit her bottom lip. Her telltale reaction answered the question of whether she’d balk at the notion. The thought of him in control of her being clothed or naked in front of strangers turned her on, and her teeth sinking into her luscious bottom lip was a dead giveaway.

  A shudder ran through her form as he held her, and his cock responded with eagerness.

  “I talked to Kendall and Richard about it.”

  “You did?”

  Boone knew she was concerned about how Kendall and Richard felt about her kinkiness. It was one thing to be kinky in the bedroom. It was totally different for them to participate in the lifestyle in a club setting with strangers around.

  “What did they say?”

  “Kendall and Richard felt it would be a waste for them to come to the rope-tying classes but were interested in going to the club to play together. I think Richard is relieved that although you love to be bound and controlled, your enjoyment doesn’t extend to anything beyond mild pain.”