Ray, Helena - A Bride for Two Roughnecks [Male Order, Texas] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Helena Ray

  “This dress really is quite a hindrance.” Jeremiah took care of his problem easily and pulled the dress over Alexis’s head. He turned her to face him and just stared at her for a moment. “God, you’re beautiful.”

  Alexis didn’t have time to respond as Tristan’s hands completed their journey and he pressed two fingers into her inner folds. That soft touch caused a fresh wave of cream to flow out of her and onto Tristan’s fingers.

  “You’re so wet,” he whispered with sinful intention in his voice. “I think you want something from us.”

  Once more, words weren’t possible. Tristan flicked her clit with his thumb, and Alexis gasped her appreciation of the gesture.

  “Not fair,” she managed to squeak out as Tristan and Jeremiah both slowed their ministrations.

  “What’s not fair?” Jeremiah pulled and twisted a nipple as he spoke, reducing Alexis to putty in his hands again. “Your nipples being so hard and red? You being so ready for us? Because that’s all perfectly fair, darling.”

  Between gasps, she found her voice again. “Your clothes. I wanna see both of you naked.”

  “Well, Jer, it sounds like our fiancée knows what she wants. Think we should oblige her?”

  “I don’t know. What is she gonna do for us?”

  Tristan plunged two fingers into her wet entrance, and Alexis screamed.

  “Anything! I’ll do anything to see your cocks.”

  “You know what I want?” Jeremiah’s hot breath sent shivers down her spine. “I wanna be inside your tight ass again. I wanna feel you clench around me when Tristan fucks that cunt of yours.”

  Alexis could only nod her agreement as both men rose and began stripping from their elegant suits. Piles of black and grey wool formed a pile in the corner of the room when they’d finished, and both approached her, their movements as sleek and measured as a predator’s.

  “You gotta reciprocate, though.” When Alexis threw Tristan a questioning look, he pointed to her crotch. “The thong.”

  The pink, lacy patchy of fabric flew across the room as Alexis removed it quicker than she had ever removed a piece of clothing. Jeremiah took that as a signal to attack and scooped Alexis into his arms. He sat on the couch, placed Alexis on his lap facing him, and jerked her legs wider. She looked down and saw the purple head of his cock dripping pre-cum, just begging her to wiggle off of Jeremiah’s lap, bend over and take it into her mouth, but her men had other plans.

  His fingers dug into her hips then his hands went to cup her buttocks. He pulled her up, and she rested her hands on the back of the couch on either side of his head. His cock rubbed up and down her slick entrance and teased her by dipping into her only the slightest bit. Without warning, he forced her down onto his cock, filling her completely in one powerful stroke.

  Alexis pumped her hips, rubbing her clit against his pelvic bone with every thrust. She felt the orgasm begin to build inside of her and quickened her pace. Just when she thought one more thrust would release the flood of satisfaction upon her, Jeremiah lifted her off his cock.

  “What the fuck?” she said as he crawled out from under her.

  “I just needed some lube.”

  Her annoyance faded quickly as Tristan came into her view, holding his cock in her hand. Every time she saw his massive dick hard and throbbing for her, her pussy pulsed with need. He sat on the couch and turned her head to the side. He looked deep into her eyes, and their gazes locked. For one moment, she saw the love shining there, and a peace broke over her, like being in the eye of a storm.

  The peace switched back to searing sensuality when Tristan claimed her mouth in a torrid kiss, nipping at her lower lip as their tongues entwined. She was so involved in the kiss that Tristan’s first stroke into her surprised her. But his wasn’t like Jeremiah’s had been. He sank slowly into her ready pussy, sheathing himself in her heat. He pulled back and whispered to her.

  “I love you, Alexis. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

  As Tristan spoke, Jeremiah’s cock, lubed with her juices, pressed against the crease of her ass. He positioned his cock at her puckered hole and pushed forward.

  Like before, Alexis felt pain first, but Jeremiah ran a soothing hand up and down her back. “Don’t worry, honey. Remember how good it feels. I love you so much, and I’d never do anything to hurt you.” Alexis tried to believe his words as the burning in her ass intensified.

  Jeremiah sank his cock entirely into her, and a warmth spread outward, fanning the flames of her arousal. Both men held still, and she felt the tension in their muscles. They wanted the same thing she did.

  “Move, damn it!”

  They needed no prodding. Both men started stroking into her. At first, they were long, slow strokes as they kissed and licked all over her body, but they turned harder, more insistent, and Alexis felt her orgasm fast approaching. Tristan and Jeremiah set a back and forth rhythm so that Alexis was always filled with scorching, hard cock. Each man grabbed one of her breasts and massaged gently, and that was it. The sweet release of orgasm rained down upon her, hot drops of excitement, pleasure, and complete and total satisfaction. Jeremiah’s strokes sped suddenly, and she felt his balls tighten against her ass right before his stream of hot seed spilled into her ass. Just after that, a matching jet of semen shot into her as Tristan found his release as well.

  Sticky and covered in sweat, the three of them collapsed against the leather cushions of the couch. Alexis laughed a little at the sight they must have made.

  “You guys have enough money to get Robin and her husbands a new one of these, right?”

  “Don’t you worry a bit about that. We’ve got everything taken care of,” Tristan said gently.

  “Alexis, really, don’t worry about those things.” Jeremiah hooked a finger under her chin and turned her face toward his. “We don’t want to stifle you, but we also don’t want you ever to worry about money. We will support anything you want to do.”

  She felt suddenly guilty. “I didn’t mean anything like that. I don’t need anything from you.”

  “Jer and I want to give you everything. You walked into our lives and changed them forever.”

  “You deserve to have whatever you want, whatever you need, anything.”

  A naughty thought crossed her mind. “Well, I need some things from you. I can’t come like that on my own.”

  “Oh yeah,” Jeremiah growled against her neck. “We’ll just have to keep you constantly satisfied, I guess.”

  “Gosh, what a task.” Tristan put a hand to his head and feigned exasperation. Alexis stuck her tongue out at him, and he surprised her by catching her tongue in his mouth and sucking it. The motion caused her pussy to flare to life again.

  “You guys wanna show me exactly how you’re gonna do that?”

  Epilogue

  Alexis looked out from what had become “her table” at the Lasso. Jan and Win were delighting the crowd with another of their fancy routines, and watching them warmed her heart. She wished she could be out there right now, but a hand to the small bump growing in her stomach reminded her of why pulling intricate turns and lifts wasn’t such a good idea.

  “Is my son kicking you?” Tristan took a seat next to Alexis and placed his hand over hers on her stomach. “I can’t wait to get the rugrat into peewee football.”

  “Oh god, Tris. Are you still on that football kick? He’s following in my steps.” Jeremiah sat on Alexis’s other side and also placed his hand on the bump. “Fencing.”

  “You trying to get our kid beat up?”

  “Okay, you two, stop it.” Alexis whacked both their hands away from her stomach. “He can choose whatever he wants. Although, the Burke Darnielle Pierce Ballet Studio is always looking for more male dancers…”

  “No,” they said in unison, causing the three of them to dissolve into laughter.

  Taking in the sight of both her husbands and caressing her belly where their son grew inside her, she couldn’t have been any
happier. Everything had turned out splendidly with the case. The insurance company dropped the lawsuit against Burke Pierce, and they were able to finish building the clean energy plant, which had been a rousing success. A host of companies lined up to sue Joey Johnston, and the criminal charges brought against him resulted in his dropping out of the race for Lieutenant Governor.

  Life in Male Order was wonderful. Her parents and siblings had been slightly confused when she told them about the new life she’d chosen for herself, but they supported her in whatever she wanted to do. They came down from Kansas for her wedding, and her parents had witnessed when she legally married Tristan at the courthouse.

  The real party, though, had been their commitment ceremony held in the magnolia grove by the lake. There, she pledged her love and devotion to both Tristan and Jeremiah, and they pledged the same to her. It was small with only their families and Janet and Winston in attendance.

  They had the honeymoon of a lifetime. Jeremiah and Tristan had taken her in a private jet to Paris, Alexis’s fantasy destination. On the way, she joined the mile-high club more than a few times. And their wedding gift to her had been the funds to open her own ballet studio in Male Order. Alexis couldn’t have dreamt of a better present. Her men knew her so well.

  Jan and Win completed their routine, and Alexis applauded with the rest of the crowd in the bar. Tristan rose and pulled her up. He kissed her hand, placing his lips on the large diamond that now lived permanently on her left ring finger. Jeremiah had bought it for her, and it symbolized dropping his secret identity. He had thought it would change the way everyone at the Lasso treated him, but they still gave him as much shit as ever.

  “Well, since that’s over, care to move this party?” Tristan waggled his eyebrows at Alexis.

  “Whatever could you mean?” Alexis tried to stifle a giggle at his behavior.

  “What he means, dearest, is do you fancy going back to the house and letting us do what we do best?”

  “And what would that be?” Alexis lowered her voice as she leaned toward Jeremiah.

  “Fucking you, gorgeous,” Tristan responded from behind her. She felt a blush heat her cheeks at his explicit words as he turned her to face him. “That’s so cute. You still blush after everything we’ve done to you.”

  “Shut it, Burke.” She gave him a playful slap on the shoulder. “You two corrupted me. I am but a delicate flower.”

  Both men burst into laughter, and Tristan took her in his arms.

  “I love you, baby.”

  “And I love you.” Jeremiah ran a hand through her hair.

  “I love you both, too. More than I ever thought possible.” Alexis straightened up and gave each man a stern look. “Now are you two teasing me, or are you roughnecks planning on fucking me?”

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Helena Ray has always maintained that the world inside her head is much more exciting than the real world. Growing up as an only child, she spent many happy afternoons dreaming up companions. These included her evil twin in Mexico, puppets that would pop up out of the ground, and many a talking dog. Born the daughter of a newspaperman and a lawyer, Helena has always given words a vital role in her life. Over the years, her love affair with the written word turned torrid, and she couldn’t stop herself from following in her parents’ footsteps.

  She loves to travel, and her most recent adventures have included several trips to Paris, leisurely weekends on Lake Constance in Germany, and raucous nights in Dublin. She has traveled all over the United Kingdom and has lived in London and northern England. Currently, Helena lives in Texas with her very handsome boyfriend, his two cats, and her also quite handsome dog. She hopes that readers have as much fun occupying her imaginary worlds as she has creating them.

  Also by Helena Ray

  Male Order, Texas: A Bride for Two Playboys

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