Pleasure Train (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Christelle Mirin

  Jack lifted the tray from her lap and placed it on the nightstand beside the bed. “It’s good to see a woman with a healthy appetite. I don’t like stick-thin girls who pick at their food because they think one bite of it is going to blossom into five pounds on their hips.”

  Willow laughed. “Good thing. I’m definitely not in fear of being too skinny.” She cradled the warm cup in her hands and leaned back against the headboard. “Tell me about you, Jack.”

  He bent one knee, tucking one leg up on the bed, and turned toward her. “What do you want to know?”

  “How long have you three been living together? How did you meet? Why hasn’t some girl snagged you and dragged you into marrying her?”

  The smile on his face was precious. With his glasses pushed up on top of his head, he looked so comfortable with himself. “Okay, I’ll answer those in order,” he said. “Josh and Mikey and I have been living together for a little over a month. We hadn’t actually met face to face until we came here to Forever, but we’ve known each other for years. It’s amazing what you can do over the internet now, including starting a company and running it without ever actually meeting your partners.” He took the glasses off the top of his head and raked his fingers through his hair. “I met the guys online years ago. We were playing a game, you know, with headsets and all. Some war-type game, I don’t even remember which one. Anyway, we got to talking about networks and infrastructures, and then we started meeting on chats so we could actually discuss our plans without the distraction of firing a rifle or dodging enemy gunfire. That’s how our company was born.”

  “And what about girlfriends?” He still hadn’t answered that question yet. All three of these guys were handsome, in their own sort of way. Different types, but still…

  Jack’s cheeks reddened just slightly. “Yeah, that.” He chuckled. “Most women don’t think I’m what they would call sexy. If I take my glasses off and ruffle my clothes a little, then they get the impression that I look like some movie star or something. That turns their heads. But once we get together, after the intimacy, if there is any, I can’t seem to hold their interest. I can’t talk about my work or they get bored. And if I talk about the guys, they don’t want to hear it. They don’t want to think that a main part of my life includes Josh and Mikey.”

  A thought struck her. “Have you and Josh or Mikey ever…you know…” She rocked her hand in a seesaw motion.

  “What?” He frowned, his eyes narrowing. “Oh, now I get it. You want to know if we’ve ever had each other.” He laughed. “No. We’re not into guys. None of us are. We like women.” He raised a finger, making a point. “But, we’re best friends and we’re very close. We tell each other almost everything. Brothers couldn’t be closer than we are.” He reached over and picked up her hand that had been lying in her lap. “That’s why we are completely sure that the three of us can have a relationship with one woman at the same time. You’re still up for that, right?” He raised both eyebrows and cocked his head slightly.

  “Oh yes, I do believe I am,” she said, a sense of belonging washing over her. Just in these last few minutes, she’d had a chance to see a hint of the real Jack, one that wasn’t hiding behind black-rimmed glasses and button-down shirts.

  A wide smile broke out on his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I’m so glad to hear that,” he said, squeezing her hand. “I was hoping we hadn’t scared you off with the wild train ride yesterday.”

  Willow sat up and cradled his face in her hands. Looking him directly in the eyes, an overwhelming feeling of desire rolled through her. “I loved the train.” She brushed a kiss over his lips. “I can’t wait to take another train ride.” She kissed him again, topping it off with a swipe of her tongue across his upper lip.

  “How about a ride right now?” Jack asked, sliding his hands between them and cupping her breasts.

  Flames licked her core, her body responding to his touch as if it was cool water to a parched throat. In a flurry of movement, they worked together to rid him of the barrier of his clothes.

  Flinging the bedcovers back, their gazes locked on each other., Jack climbed into bed with her. They lay back on the bed, the pillow cradling Willow’s head with Jack beside her. One knee tucked between her legs, he pushed against her thigh and she opened to him. Raising her arms above her head, she stretched, loving the feel of his hands exploring while his mouth tasted the flavor of her skin.

  He slid two fingers inside her wet heat, his thumb resting on her clit, then he began to rock his hand, in and out, slowly.

  Willow let out a sigh, and he captured it in his mouth, devouring her with his kiss.

  They moved together, skin against skin, writhing on the smooth sheets that were quickly growing damp from their heated bodies.

  “Fuck me, Jack,” she whispered, her fingernails digging into the flesh of his shoulders.

  He groaned, and with one smooth movement, he impaled her with his thick cock, locking their bodies together as one.

  And they began to move.

  Skin slapped against skin, punctuated by groans and sighs and heavy breathing. Willow was lost in a world where there was nothing to do but feel and respond to touch. Once in a while she would gasp, calling out, “Jack!” and then she would float away on the tide of pleasure, an orgasm carrying her out to a sea that seemed to have no end. Still, he moved inside her, his cock sliding against the walls of her pussy. She clutched at him, her cunt milking him, the sensations so pure and bright she felt a hot tear trickle from the corner of her eye and trail over her skin to her sweat-dampened hair.

  Finally, he stiffened, groaning as her body seduced the warm seed from his cock and he came.

  Collapsing on top of her, Jack turned his head. “I love you, Willow,” he whispered next to her ear.

  She wrapped her arms around his sweaty shoulders and smiled up at the ceiling.

  Chapter Nine

  Willow felt like the days were flying by. After spending a lazy Sunday with Jack, Josh, and Mikey, she didn’t mind going to work Monday morning at all. The café was busy, her days passing quickly but not fast enough. Each night after work, she drove to the house the three men shared and cuddled into bed with one of them. Even though they hadn’t had a ménage since the train ride, she thoroughly enjoyed spending private time with each of them.

  Jack, tender as ever, honestly did not know how handsome he was. He was a bit shy at first, but she was truly beginning to know him.

  Josh, a tough soldier type of man who normally had no expression whatsoever on his face, had a dimple that danced in his cheek when he laughed. He was beginning to open up to her, and the more she saw of the real Josh, the more she liked him.

  Mikey was a lot of fun. He didn’t hide anything about himself and was totally honest with his feelings, every day, all the time. It was a breath of fresh air being with him.

  Now it was Friday, the week absolutely flying by, and she hadn’t felt more alive in her life. The days with Kenny were just a ghost of the past, and whenever those days popped into her head, which wasn’t often, she dismissed them with a shrug. She was happy with the arrangement her three men had proposed, and it was that arrangement that was going to keep her in Forever.

  It was two o’clock, and the lunch rush was finally over. Willow had picked up all the dishes from the tables and was busily wiping them down and replacing the wrapped silverware that she set the tables with.

  “You sure have been a happy girl this week,” Sue said, coming up behind her.

  Willow straightened, just finished wiping down table number six. She brushed back a strand of hair with the back of her hand and grinned. “I am happy. What clued you in?”

  Sue crossed her arms beneath her breasts and rested her hip against the edge of the booth seat. “Well, let’s see…you’ve been humming and smiling all week. Moving faster than I’ve ever seen you move. You haven’t complained about one thing, including when that smart-mouthed kid on Wednesday blew soda through a straw
and soaked your apron. What gives? Are you getting a little on the side?” Sue wiggled her eyebrows comically.

  Willow laughed so hard she lost her breath. “You—you look so funny. Stop wiggling your eyebrows at me like that.”

  Stu turned around on his barstool, eyeing them.

  Willow waved him off. “Never mind, Stu. Just two silly women talking.”

  He gave a “hmph” and turned back toward the counter, picking up his coffee cup.

  “So what gives? Tell me,” Sue said, her voice a bit lower.

  Willow looked around the café. There was no one there except Stu, and he was not wanting for anything at the moment. She nodded toward the booth. “Sit.”

  Both of them slid into the booth. Sue clasped her hands on the tabletop. “Okay, I’m all ears. Who are you dating?”

  “What makes you think I’m dating someone?” Willow pursed her lips, egging her on.

  “You look too…too relaxed not to be getting a little. So, which one of those three morning guys are you romping with?” She leaned forward over her hands.

  “Well, if you must know, I’m dating all three of them.” Willow held her breath, waiting for what she had just said to register with the other woman. She watched Sue’s face and knew exactly when it hit her. Sue’s eyes widened, and her mouth opened then quickly shut. She sat back in the booth, looking totally flustered. “Sue, you okay?”

  “I, um,” she said, placing one hand on her cheek. “You say you’re dating all three of them? Do they know? I mean, does each one know you’re dating the other? Three of them?” With every question she asked, her voice became a little higher pitched.

  Willow chuckled, placing her hands palm down on the tabletop. “Yes, I’m dating all three. And they all know it.”

  “Well, I never thought when they told me—”

  “Told you what?” Willow interrupted, frowning. “What did they tell you, Sue? Give it up.”

  She let out a huge sigh. “Okay, I’ll fess up.” She picked up the napkin-wrapped silverware in her hands and turned it over and over as she spoke. “A couple of weeks ago, your three morning guys asked me about you. You were in the kitchen doing something at the time. Anyway, the one with the wild hair—”

  “Mikey,” Willow said, nodding.

  “—asked me if you were single and if you were seeing anyone. I told him no, you were pretty much available, and he should ask you out.” She scrunched up her nose. “I hope you don’t mind that I said that.”

  Willow shook her head. “What else did you tell them?” She had no idea they had asked Sue about her. How long had they been interested?

  “I told them you were thinking about leaving Forever and if he wanted to get to know you better, he should get on the ball and ask you to the movies or something.” She frowned. “Come to think of it, his two friends were awful interested in our conversation. Almost as if they were wanting to ask you out, too.” She raised her eyebrows. “And obviously, they did. Now, tell me, how in the world did you manage to start dating all of them at once?”

  Willow twisted the cloth she had been using to wipe down tables in her hands. How much should she tell Sue? Should she tell her about the train? Or should she leave it as vanilla as she could and just admit to dating all three men? That was it. She’d tell her about dating all three and see how she took it before admitting to anything else. Sue was her best friend here in Forever, but in this little town, Willow wondered if they’d ever heard of the word “ménage” in the first place.

  “Here’s the thing,” she began, shoving the cloth to the end of the table so she wouldn’t twist it while she was talking. “The three of them actually asked me out. At the same time. They like to take rides on the scenic train down in the historic district, and they invited me to go along with them.”

  Sue nodded. “I’ve always liked taking a ride on that train. Haven’t been on it in a while though.”

  “Well, I didn’t even know it existed, but that’s beside the point. During the train ride I…got to know them a bit. Each of them is different, each having his own take on things. Did you know the three of them have been friends for a long time and actually run a company together?”

  Sue shook her head. “No. I just thought they worked together. So, they own the company they work for?”

  Willow nodded. “And they live together. They’re very good friends, and they all get along great, so not being able to decide whom I liked better, I agreed to see them all. At the same time.”

  “And no one is jealous?” Sue narrowed her eyes.

  “Nope. They’ve asked me to commit to a relationship with all three of them.” Willow held her breath, waiting to see Sue’s reaction to what she had just said. Had she caught the fact that she’d said “all three of them?”

  Sue sat back and gazed at Willow, her hands clasped demurely on the table in front of her. Then she tilted her head to the side. “Three.”

  “Yes.”

  Sue pursed her lips. “I can’t believe it.”

  Uh-oh. Was Sue changing her opinion of her? Was she thinking she was a floozy for dating three men at once? “What about it can’t you believe?”

  A smile slowly spread over Sue’s lips. “I can’t believe you could be so lucky.” She leaned forward again, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Details, woman. I want all the details. I know there’s more going on than just ‘dating,’ so give it up.”

  Willow laughed. “Oh there’s much more going on.” She squinted at her. “Are you sure your heart can take it?”

  “What I’m not sure of is if I’ll be able to go home to Stan and not think of how lucky you are. Now, start spilling it. I haven’t heard anything as juicy as this since Mary Margaret over at the church admitted to having an affair with the preacher.”

  Willow slid out of the booth. “Let me freshen Stu’s coffee and get us a cup, too. It’s going to take a while.”

  Chapter Ten

  It was Saturday morning, and Willow walked briskly down the street, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand, the other hand shoved in the pocket of her coat. The boys had booked the train again, and they had basically ordered her to come along with them. Her heart skipped a beat every time she thought about taking a ride on what she called the Pleasure Train. Would it be as pleasurable this time?

  Willow had no doubt that it would be. All week long, she had spent most of her free time at the guys’ house, getting to know them and allowing them to get to know her.

  They fixed dinner together, laughing and joking, learning each other’s likes and dislikes. Josh was a wonderful cook, she’d found out, making all sorts of delicious dishes. Mikey did okay as long as he had a box mix with directions printed on the back to go by. Jack, on the other hand, managed to burn anything he touched. By Thursday night, they had all come to the agreement that Jack was not allowed to prepare any food whatsoever but, instead, was to help with cleaning up afterward. It was three against one, so he didn’t have much choice except to smile and agree.

  Willow had learned so much about them over the course of just a few days she felt she’d known them for years. The sex was amazing, too. All three of them were attentive to her every need. Sometimes she would have a tender one-on-one session with Jack, Josh, or Mikey. These times it truly felt like making love, and every time it happened, she grew closer to them. Her heart was opening up to the possibility of love again. Still, she shied away from actually committing to a solid relationship with the three of them. She just wasn’t ready. Not after what had happened with Kenny. She had been so deep into that relationship it had taken her a long time to realize she wasn’t happy and never would be. Even after that, it had taken even longer to finally decide to leave and try to find her own happiness.

  And it was very possible she had just recently found it.

  But the jury was still out. She didn’t want to rush into anything and waste more of her life trying to extricate herself from it. No matter how awesome the sex was.

  Willow to
ok a sip of her coffee, letting it sit on her tongue, enjoying the rich flavor as she entered the historic district of Forever. Swallowing, the warmth of the brew coated her tummy, but it was the heat she was beginning to feel in her pussy that kept her from shivering in the chilly air.

  Though they’d had ménage sex during the week, it had not been all four of them together at the same time. Twice it had happened, and both times it had only been two of them pleasuring her at the same time. All three men had their differences during sex, and she had no particular favorite, enjoying each one of them equally. She wondered if the ride today would spur another bout of ménage sex with all of them participating. Just the thought of it made her smile widely.

  Turning into the train-station lot, she mounted the steps to the little depot building and pushed through the screen door. “Hello?” She walked past the shelves with the collection of souvenirs, not even bothering to give them a look. “Grace? Are you here?” she called out, approaching the ticket window in the back of the shop.

  “Hello, Miss Larkin!” Grace popped up from below the bottom of the window. “Nice to see you again. I’ve got your ticket ready, but you really don’t need it.” She handed the ticket through the window to Willow and giggled. “Those boys must really like you to invite you back.” She leaned forward and gave Willow a wink. “I’m glad to see it. They need a woman in their life. Hopefully you’ll snag one of them.”

  Willow took the ticket from her and grinned. “I just may do that, Grace. Although which one, I don’t know. It’s so hard to choose.”

  Grace laughed loudly. “Have fun choosing.”

  “I will.” Willow gave her a wave and turned toward the door. With a lightness in her step, she exited the building and went directly to the open door on the train car just behind the engine. There was no way she was ever going to tell Grace that she didn’t need to choose between the three men. She had them all, and as far as she was concerned, she wasn’t going to give up any of them. That thought settled into her mind as she mounted the steps into the car. Maybe she was making a choice and just hadn’t realized it yet.