Regan [The Sisters O'Ryan 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jenna Stewart

  She said she had little experience, and he wondered what her husband exposed her to. He longed to taste her. Would she know what such an intimate gesture meant? He turned her to recline on the table. Using his left arm, he lifted her right foot to the table’s edge and dipped his head to her honey pot. He took a long lick, gathering cream to bathe her clit.

  “Holy Mary, Joseph, and all the saints in heaven!” She raised her other leg and spread her knees.

  He focused on mining cream from her cunt. She held his head in place and bucked against his hungry mouth. Seth had never been with a woman who showed her pleasure so unself-consciously. It freed him to let his own passions explode.

  She said she wanted to feel him, all of him. He took her clit into his mouth and sucked. Regan screamed and then gasped in a hard breath. Her nubbin pulsed in his mouth. He moved his stump up her torso and to her nipple, rubbing the toughened scars across her tender skin. Her cream flowed down his chin, her nipple pebbled in his phantom palm. Fingers no longer there pinched, rubbed, caressed her tit while she came in his mouth. Loving her took him back to a time before fate robbed him of being a whole man.

  “Seth,” she gasped. “Seth.”

  Where he found the presence of mind he didn’t know, but he picked her up and carried her to the back corner room, the place that he knew held her bed. He set her on her feet. Her knees buckled, but she found her balance, reached down, and jerked the coverlet to the foot of the bed. Then she turned.

  Her greedy kiss left no part of his mouth untouched. She lightly bit his bottom lip, thrust her tongue inside to tangle with his, licked her essence from his chin. Nibbling, sucking, sweeping, she traveled down his neck to his collarbone and beyond. Seth steeled himself for the feel of her mouth on his nipples, his stomach and—dare he hope?—lower.

  Her hands roamed the breadth of his chest, across his shoulders and down his arms. When she reached his left elbow she caressed the skin with her hot mouth, licking and nuzzling while she unbuttoned his trousers. Seth closed his eyes and willed her to hurry before he disgraced himself by coming in his pants. At the same time, this was such paradise he wanted her to take forever.

  She pushed his trousers over his hips and down his legs. Dropping to the floor, she took his penis in hand, stroking the length, testing the feel and size. He’d never been a man to compare size or prowess against other men, but he knew he was large. Tonight he stood proudly for Regan to examine him. She already accepted the one part of him he dreaded. Experience assured him he could satisfy her in bed.

  Then she put her mouth on him. Hesitant at first, she teased the slit on his crown as though testing to see what would happen. He automatically responded with a drop of cum. She lapped at it, looking up to see if he watched. How could he not?

  “Take just a little of it if you want to.”

  She swallowed the head and pushed forward an inch more. Oh, God! He was going to come. Austin, San Antonio, Caldwell, Newton, Red River Station, Wichita, Abilene. The towns of the Chisholm calmed him enough to tenderly tug her head away.

  “Stop, my darlin’.” He gazed down into glazed hazel eyes, full, moist lips, and the most beautiful face he’d ever seen.

  “Did I do that poorly?”

  “God no.” He pulled her to her feet and took her mouth in a deep kiss. He stroked her back, then used his left elbow to pull her impossibly closer. “But I want to do this right,” he whispered hoarsely.

  Regan nodded and dropped onto the bed. With one hand she scooped her luscious hair beneath her head. With the other she reached for Seth. Her erect nipples called to him. He couldn’t wait to feel her smooth belly under him, and then she spread her legs, bending her knees. Seth wet his lips. Her cunny showed moist and pink, just biding time until he filled her with his cock.

  Holy God. Two weeks ago he was a broken-down cowboy, poor as West Texas dirt and tired of the wandering life he’d chosen. Tonight he was a king.

  He debated about leaving the lamp lit or enjoying their first night together using touch, taste, and smell to learn each other’s bodies. In the end he decided on darkness and bent to turn down the wick. As he stood he looked out the window. Beside the barn the red tip of Hay’s cigar burned in the night. He watched the bedroom window. Seth knew that because he would be doing the same.

  Tomorrow would be soon enough to figure out their new dynamics. Tonight he planned to fulfill a fantasy and pleasure Mrs. Regan Stone in any way he could.

  * * * *

  Unconsciously, Regan reached for Seth. She saw the dark form of him as he came to her, and then he was there, beside her. His heat infused her, his gentleness stirred her. He used his right arm to pull her close, but he didn't go further.

  She took a breath of him, of woods and outdoors and horse and pure maleness. Another breath came shorter and then another, and she then she could barely breathe at all. Panicked, she thought she would faint from…what? Not fear, surely. She had instigated this, brought about Seth’s being in bed with her. And then tomorrow she would sleep with Hay. Hay, whom she loved as much. He filled her soul as Seth filled her heart. But what exactly had she started?

  Until now, until this moment, when reality set in that she would take someone other than her husband into her body, this had all been a mental exercise born of desire, like writing a book. But now she understood that having sex with these men was no piece of fiction. They weren't characters. Of all the saints, what have I done?

  “Regan?” His voice no more than a whisper, she could hardly hear. “Do you want me to leave?”

  Did she? No. “I’m afraid all of a sudden.” She laughed nervously. “I don’t know why.”

  “It’s natural. You’ve never contemplated anythin’ like this, I reckon. Neither have I.” He ran his hand up and down her back. “I never thought I’d be here with you. Never thought you’d want a man like me. We don’t have to do anythin’, you know. Just lyin’ here with you is like heaven to me.”

  And that was why she loved him, the selfless, good man. Why she wanted him beyond reason. Her doubts faded. True, what she and the men were creating wasn’t a work of fiction, but it was a fairy tale, their way to find happily ever after.

  “Seth, if I have anything to say about it, we will not sleep much tonight.”

  “No?” Hope and, yes, even a touch of amusement inflected his tone.

  “It’s just”—she bit her bottom lip—“could I-could I hurt you? Hurt your arm?”

  He kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her cheek and then pecked the tip of her nose. “Let me worry about that.”

  With a twist of her body, she threaded her arms around his neck and draped her leg over his hip. “From now on, I worry about you, too. I give myself to you, as you give yourself to me. Neither of us is alone. None of us—Hay included.”

  His kiss warmed her heart, and then struck a flame low in her belly. “Love me, Seth.” She hardly recognized her own throaty voice as she said the words.

  “I do. I will.”

  Without further preamble, he rolled her onto her back and knelt between her legs. With his penis he painted her clit with his own moisture. Trembling with the thrill that rushed through her, she thrust up, straining for more.

  He touched her, sliding his finger inside. “You’re so wet.”

  “For you.”

  “For me.” He said it with wonder. “I’m large. I’ll try not to hurt you.”

  “You won’t.” Urgency to find a cure for the need that raced through her veins forced her hips off the bed again.

  He probed her channel, firmly but tenderly. Stretched by his size, she slowly accepted him inch by inch until she felt she could take no more.

  Seth stopped then, breathing hard. In the dark she couldn’t see his face but hoped he felt the same thrill she did. She clenched her muscles, holding him deep within her body, the reality of his being part of her far greater than the dreams.

  Braced on his right elbow, he moved slowly at first, sliding out until she alm
ost whimpered, then thrusting in, taking her breath. She arched her back to have more of him. He pressed her breast, tugged at her nipple, bent to suck, nip, lick. Her heart lodged in her throat.

  They didn’t speak. There was no need when their bodies said all they felt and more. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she met him drive for drive, thinking nothing, feeling everything. Skin to skin, lips to lips, heart to heart, the tension built to a breaking point. In an eruption of sensation she came, a mindless entity of nerve endings all sending the same message to the brain at once. This is damnably right.

  * * * *

  The sun peeped through the curtains and into Regan’s eyes. She scrunched them and turned away from the window, seeking Seth's body to curl up to. Instead of his warmth she found cool, empty sheeting. Propped on her elbow, she brushed hair from her face. The pillow bore the indentation of his head, but the bed linens were pulled back.

  She squinted into a shadowed corner. “Seth?” She kept a chamber pot in the bedroom to avoid nighttime trips to the privy, but she perceived no movement or sound. She sniffed to see if she detected the rich aroma of coffee, but nothing and no one stirred in the cabin.

  Regan fell back on the pillow, tugging the sheet and blanket over her naked form. An unfamiliar ache between her legs made her smile with the memory of what caused the twinge. Seth, as a lover, surpassed the impression she held of him as the courageous, generous traveler on the wagon train, and that conception had been burned into her brain.

  Twice during the night he’d woken her. Instead of mellowing, his lovemaking showed greater passion with each experience. The bed became an intimate boat on an intensely erotic sea. His quiet nature hadn’t prepared her for his sexy side, which was as wild and ardent as any woman could wish for. He boldly took what he wanted, drawing her further into desire with every nip, every touch, every kiss until she responded with the same wildness he did. He even touched her in forbidden places, lighting the torch of sinful lust. Regan never imagined that a finger pressed against her anus while having sex could drive her crazy. Now she did.

  And Seth, who reportedly talked to his horse more than to people, proved to be chatty after making love. He whispered erotic promises of what he would do to her the next time, promises he’d kept.

  Guilt pulled at her for the thought, but truly, Davey’s version of making love didn’t come close to Seth’s. No wonder at times she had felt let down. She could never tell Davey that their nights in bed often left her unsatisfied in some undefined way. In truth, she didn’t know how to express it. As far as she knew, all women felt the way she did during sex. Now she understood what being with a man meant.

  Would Hay be like Seth? He said he stayed away from eligible young ladies, but a man who looked as he did couldn’t keep away from all women. That left only married women and those of loose morals.

  Holy mother of God! That latter group now included her. Only someone with no moral compass could have proposed living with two men.

  She stretched, and her aching thighs protested. “I’m sorry, God, but if this is what having no morals feels like, I should have lost them long ago.” With a deep sense of contentment, she closed her eyes.

  * * * *

  “We’ll be finished up tomorrow.” Hay’s voice brought Regan wide awake.

  The sun shone through the upper part of the window, meaning she’d overslept by a good hour. Lazily, she stretched out on her back and listened to her men talking on the other side of the bedroom door.

  “Are you still thinking of leaving once the well is in?” Hay asked.

  What? No, he can’t!

  “No,” Seth said, “any more than you’re thinkin’ of movin’ on to the coast.” Pans rattled. “You ain’t thinkin’ of going, are you?”

  Hay chuckled, and Regan pictured his cheeks dimpling in a smile. “As long as Regan sanctions our arrangement, I’m here.” The aroma of bacon hitting a hot pan made its way to the bedroom, and Regan’s stomach rumbled.

  Hay spoke again. “I want to be sure your blessing is on this, though. I know you’ve had her on your mind since the wagon train.”

  “You’re a liar,” Seth said mildly. “You said yourself I never talked of her.”

  “It was the way you didn’t talk about her.”

  Really? So he noticed her the way she noticed him? Warmth spread through her. They were meant to be together. Holy mother, their joining had been providence, practically ordained by God.

  “That’s bullshit, and you know it.”

  “You ‘doth protest too much, methinks.’”

  “You imagine you’re smart, don’t you?”

  “No need denying it, I suppose,” Hay allowed in a way that made Regan smile.

  “Being part of a trio is not something I ever conjured, but there is a certain appeal to it,” Seth said. Then she heard nothing until Hay suddenly laughed. Regan wondered what Seth might have said under his breath to cause it.

  “I admit to being jealous, though I got over it when I saw how good she was with you,” Hay continued.

  The darling!

  “I resented wanting her and knowing she would never give me a second look.” One of them cracked eggs.

  “I keep telling you that you pay far more attention to your arm than others do.”

  “I see the looks.”

  “People are naturally curious, but that doesn’t mean they think you’re a freak. You don’t give anyone a chance.”

  “And that’s why I been stuck with you these past how many years.”

  “I’m different. I saw through your façade.”

  “Right,” Seth said wryly, “I forgot.” There was silence for a few moments. “It’s not just my arm. You and Regan are a lot alike. You suit each other better.”

  No, Seth. Not better, just differently.

  “I’m sure she fit you pretty damn well last night.”

  “I’m not commentin’ on that, damn it. Besides, what’s between us ain’t the same as between you and her. I’m not sure we’d ever last.”

  “Yet she seems to love you as well as me. ‘Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind.’”

  “God almighty, more Shakespeare. And this early in the day, too.” Someone mixed the eggs.

  “The Bard has something pertinent to say about everything.”

  “That’s what I mean. Regan understands all that. She’s educated, she has class.”

  “For the love of God. There’s education, and then there’s intelligence. You have that in spades. But if you can’t see what’s right before your eyes, I can’t help you.”

  “I’m just tryin’ to tell you, jackass, that I plan to stay because I believe some part of Regan cares for me. That’s enough for now.”

  Her heart ached with his low self-opinion. Why couldn’t he see that a man was more than a hand or an arm, or even the polish that came from a good school?

  The pan sizzled with either bacon or eggs. She should get up.

  “Regan?” Seth’s voice through the door brought a smile to her face.

  “Come in.”

  He peered around the door, opened only a few inches. “You awake?”

  She held out her arms. Seth glanced over his shoulder, slipped through the doorway, and came to her. His greedy kiss proved that he craved her affection. His hand, roaming up her bare back, over her shoulder, and down to her breast, seared her with heat. Only the sound of Hay finishing up breakfast kept her from pulling him under the covers.

  “I should get up,” she whispered.

  “If I had my way, we’d stay in bed for days on end.”

  “Hmm, sounds nice.” She ran her hands down his arms, stopping at the pinned sleeve on the left. Caressing it gently, she said, “I’m still amazed at how well you two cook.”

  “Oh, we’re full of surprises.” He nibbled the swell of her breast.

  “Maybe I should stay here all day and let you serve me.”

  Seth granted her one of his rare smiles, transforming his face t
o beauty. “It would be our pleasure.”

  Regan laughed in sheer joy. How had she become so lucky?

  “Breakfast!” Hay could be heard scraping a pan.

  “I’ll be right out,” she told Seth. He kissed her forehead and left her to dress.

  She rose and quickly performed her ablutions before donning her underthings and a serviceable day dress. Rushing into the next room, she also rushed toward her future and the first day of her new life.

  Chapter Eight

  Seth couldn’t take his eyes off her. Regan had a glow about her. Oh, she was beautiful before, but today she appeared to shine, as though a fire flamed inside and spread its light outward. She stepped through the door, and no one else in the world mattered. She flashed him a smile that would make the sun jealous, and then she turned to Hay.

  “Good morning,” she said.

  He put the cast-iron pan on the side of the wood stove. “Good morning to you. Hope you slept well.” Seth admired the seriousness of Hay’s tone and that he didn’t crack a smile though he surely suspected they hadn’t slept much at all.

  Regan’s light laughter filled the cabin, and she sent Seth a secret smile. “I slept well during those times I slept, thank you.” She stepped across the floor to stand on tiptoes and kiss Hay’s cheek. He smiled down at her, and she kissed him again, this time on the lips.

  Seth waited for jealousy or anger or despair to rise to the surface, but to his surprise he felt only contentment. Maybe this strange arrangement stood a chance of working out after all.

  “Looks like it might rain,” he said after Hay and Regan came to the table. “I think I’ll ride up into Washington and see about a few things.”

  “Like what?” Regan asked, taking a serving of eggs and bacon.

  “How we might get married. Can’t do it in Cold Springs.”

  “I hadn’t thought of that.”

  Hay took a gulp of coffee. “I suppose as your ‘wife’ I will have to disappear. I think I should run off to find a man more virile.”