Disorder in the House [How the West Was Done 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Karen Mercury

  In fact, it sounded suspiciously as though the spirits drummed out the rhythm to that very song that the band had been playing at Laramie depot when Liberty’s fateful train had steamed into the station. She smiled at her engagement ring, propped so prettily on the rim of the planchette, lifting her ring finger to admire it. She nearly didn’t notice when the planchette zoomed nearly away from her grip and quickly spelled out SPOUSE.

  The basket came to a standstill then, and all three séance-goers looked grimly at each other. It was Garrett who finally said, “He wants us to give it to his spouse.”

  Then the planchette leaped back into action, darting to where NO was handwritten on the talking board. It then proceeded to spell BUILD HOUSE.

  There was a collective sigh of relief at that. Liberty cried, “I must have made another manual error with the planchette. I’m sorry. I was just admiring my ring.”

  “Build house!” Levi yelped victoriously. “That’s much better than giving it to his spouse.”

  “Wait,” said Garrett. “Let’s make sure of this. This is too important to make a decision based on a manual error. Let’s rephrase the question. Paddy, do you want us to build a house with the gold?”

  YES.

  “Let’s rephrase it again,” Liberty suggested. “Paddy, what do you want us to do with the gold?”

  BUILD A DAMNED HOUSE.

  All three leaned back in their chairs, grinning ear to ear with relief. “I’d say that’s pretty definitive,” said Levi.

  Liberty said, “Wait. Maybe this isn’t even Paddy. Maybe Zeke’s mother is somehow really communicating with us or some random spirit bypassing this house. Let’s ask a question only Paddy would know. Paddy, how did you die?”

  TYPHOID.

  “Well, that doesn’t help,” said Garrett. “Any spirit could be spelling anything. How about this? Where is your mine located?”

  SOUTH PASS CARISSA LODE.

  “What do you want us to do with the mine?”

  BUILD MORE HOUSES.

  “Very funny,” said Liberty. “Let’s try this. Is that you making those rapping sounds?”

  YES.

  “All right. Why don’t you play ‘Rocky Road to Dublin’ against this table here?”

  “Liberty!” Garrett seemed to be appalled.

  “Why not, Garrett? He’s Irish. It’s a popular tune. He’d be likely to know—”

  Sure enough, the rapping against the walls stopped, and a soft rapping started against the table. Liberty looked at her men’s hands. They were clearly visible against the planchette. And the soft invisible fists were clearly tapping out “Rocky Road to Dublin.” Liberty began to tap along with her hands and feet, and Levi even gently crooned,

  In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary

  Started by daylight next morning blithe and early

  Took a drop of pure to keep me heart from sinking

  That’s a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking

  The mood was so jovial Liberty even recalled some of the lyrics, and she sang along.

  One, two, three, four, five

  Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road

  All the way to Dublin

  whack fol-lol-de-da!

  Garrett did not look amused when Levi and Liberty began to beat the table so loudly they overwhelmed the gentler sounds of Paddy’s taps.

  “All the way to Dublin!” they bellowed in tandem.

  “Wait!” Garrett commanded, getting to his feet. He even stayed Levi’s banging arm with his hand.

  They stopped, and so did all of the rapping. They looked blankly at the table, expecting it to start up again. Liberty actually felt a sadness, a loss, as though a good friend had died. An overwhelming sorrow that was somehow tinged with joy filled the room, and she looked up at the ceiling.

  And the planchette, all on its own, swept across the talking board, hurtling to a stop across the word GOOD-BYE.

  “Good-bye, Paddy,” Liberty whispered.

  Garrett slowly sat, his wide eyes on the innocent and immobile planchette. His despair was plain, and he pathetically put his fingers on the basket’s rim once more.

  “Paddy?” he whispered.

  Levi said soothingly, “Caleb told us Paddy would move on in the spirit realm. I know he’s become like a brother to you.”

  “He’s always there when I need him,” Garrett nearly sobbed.

  Liberty stood behind Garrett and wrapped her arms around him. It was attractive that Garrett was so distraught over losing his teacher. She nuzzled his neck and whispered, “But it’s a new beginning, Garrett. Paddy has given us this gift to thank us for all the work we’ve done tracking down Shady and Moses to stop them from dancing on his grave and taking advantage of those Indians.”

  “Yes.” Levi rose. He came over and sat between Garrett’s thighs. “And that diabolical wakan man who was perpetrating all that flapdoodle on his people. From what I’ve seen of the Sioux, they won’t keep him in power long.”

  It was a good sign that when Levi massaged Garrett’s thigh, his cock elongated and expanded. If he were truly overcome with grief at Paddy’s loss, he would have thrown things against the wall or walked sullenly by the river. He would not be turning moist, lusty eyes to his partner.

  Levi continued, “Now we have a mine, Garrett. A mine! Have you thought about what this gift means? It means you don’t need to sling swill at the fort any longer.” He squeezed the juicy cockhead, and Garrett’s eyes fluttered. His nostrils flared, and he sank down lower in his chair. “You can tell the army to get off your back, that you’re going it alone from here on in.”

  Liberty knew how to further distract Garrett from his moping. Stripping off her blouse, she joined Levi on the floor between Garrett’s legs. She yanked her chemise down so her breasts bobbed, exposed and buoyant, and she smashed them to Garrett’s erection. Wriggling her shoulders, she frigged him with her breasts.

  It must have stimulated Levi, for he wasted no time in getting to his knees behind her and packing his own hard prick into the cleft of her ass. “Garrett,” she said. She squirmed her shoulders in a seesaw motion so the mounds kneaded Garrett’s lengthening tool. “Just think. We can build a house here in town now for all three of us. How large would you like your bedroom to be?”

  Finally a smile appeared at the corner of Garrett’s mouth. “A closet is fine, as long as I’m with both of you.”

  Levi leaned over Liberty’s shoulder to capture Garrett’s mouth under his own. They kissed hungrily while Levi humped her from behind like a feral dog. Almost immediately, Levi broke the kiss. Before Liberty even knew it, he had taken her in his arms and was carrying her into the other room.

  “We must celebrate our engagement,” he said with sparkling eyes.

  It was exhilarating to be literally swept away. Liberty had never felt so feminine as when Levi tossed her back onto one of the narrow bedsteads. The way he absolutely tore off his gun belt and flung it to the floor had Liberty stripping off her chemise and drawers and baring her shaved pussy. When she took the pins from her hair, her glossy locks covered her shoulders like a curtain. To look up and see two men smiling down appreciatively was enough to have her plunging her own fingers into her pussy, not surprised to find it slick.

  Without ceremony or any further ado, her nude fiancé dragged her toward him as he kneeled beside the bed. He gripped one ankle in each fist and she came willingly, spread-eagled. She bounced along so fast that before she knew it, his cockhead was nudged against her pussy. He gripped his prick and shook it up and down, rapidly diddling her clitoris and himself at the same time.

  Meanwhile, Garrett appeared behind Levi and was now massaging his own cock through the red drawers. When he whipped off his leather chaps and kicked Levi’s knees apart with one of his Wellington boots, Liberty’s pussy clenched and pulsed with craving. Garrett kneeled behind Levi as he unsheathed his splendid cock. Surely he’s not going to impale Levi with that thing? She was distracted from
Garrett’s amorous antics when Levi’s cock nudged its way up her channel.

  She had not been fucked in so very long. Even the practice with the dildo didn’t prepare her for the fullness of Levi’s fat prick. Instinctively, Liberty propped both bare heels against the shelf of his lower back, straddling him to accept his plumpness inside of her.

  He stroked her face as he fucked her shallowly. “I want you with every cell in my body, Liberty. I want to come between your long, creamy thighs. You’re a sensuous peach of a woman, and I want to be with you till I die.”

  His sentiment was so powerful Liberty melted on more than one front. She bucked up against him to drive his cock deeper inside her, but suddenly she remembered. “My pessary!”

  Tossing Levi off of her, she stumbled into the next room and grabbed her reticule. She removed the small bottle and navigated back to the bedroom. She had been prepared for this eventuality. Even if Levi had not officially asked her to marry him, she would have brought her bottle of gum acacia with her.

  In the doorway, she stopped dead in her tracks.

  Garrett was hunched over Levi, his beautifully muscled ass bobbing, clenching with robust intent. His ball sac hung between his powerful thighs, slapping up against the back of Levi’s thighs as he fucked him.

  Slowly, full of wonder, Liberty walked around the men. It was fascinating to see the athletic Garrett with his nostrils flaring as he drew back a few inches in preparation for burying himself to the hilt inside his partner. Levi, with eyes closed, propped himself against the bedstead, a mixture of pain and bliss on his stately face. Liberty was riveted to the spot to watch Levi roll his head about on a rubbery neck as he accepted the full penetration of his partner’s penis.

  Liberty climbed back onto the bed and wrapped her legs around Levi’s waist. His prick was tight and full, standing out stiff at attention, fired up by the fucking he was receiving. Tilting her hips toward the ceiling, Liberty emptied some globular gum acacia into her pussy. She would use Levi’s bulbous cockhead as a plunger to jam the stuff up against her womb and protect it from being invaded by sperm.

  As she positioned his cockhead to plug up her hungry pussy, she murmured, “How does it feel being fucked by that beautiful buck? He’s well-hung, isn’t he? He’s got a tight, velvety cock, reaming you up the ass with it. How does it feel to be fucked by another man?” She purred her words of encouragement as she bucked her hips to accommodate Levi’s stiff tool.

  It stimulated Liberty to be filled with Levi’s cock while Garrett was fucking him. Levi lodged his cock inside her, and every time Garrett swung his hips and penetrated his partner, Levi was thrust against her. So Levi impaled Liberty deeper with every thrust of Garrett’s hips, and he was stuck in the most delicious place imaginable. Every time Garrett skewered him, Levi gasped, his eyes rolling up into his head. Liberty knew the pleasure was outweighing the pain because his own cock stayed up like a hammer inside of her, twitching and jerking.

  Garrett ran his hands up Levi’s chest and pinched the bullets of his nipples. Levi grunted and gasped. “Great Caeser’s ghost,” he whispered. “It feels like I’m being fucked by an enormous, virile buck.”

  Liberty ran her fingers through his damp hair. “Relax,” she advised. “I need to relax to accept your strapping, beefy cock.”

  “Oh God, Liberty.” Levi hunched over her, gluing her to the mattress. From this angle she could easily feel each stroke of Levi’s cock, the breeze from his swaying ball sac against her bare ass. “I’m being humped by this loco satyr, and it’s making me so hot I’m going to explode in your pussy.”

  Just as Levi uttered these thoroughly nasty words, Garrett threw his head back and gave a choking, snarling cry. It was fascinating that Liberty could feel Garrett coming inside his partner’s ass. The twitching and jerking of Garrett’s cock in turn made Levi’s penis pulse inside of her. The two men were plastered to each other, sweaty torsos clasped together, as they pumped their creamy life.

  Liberty felt the spurts against her cervix as she flung her thighs wide, embracing her fiancé so wholeheartedly that her heels dug into his shoulder blades. Levi pinned her to the mattress with his powerful hips as he ejaculated in her, and the spicy citrus aroma of the gum acacia mingled with his jism bloomed in Liberty’s nostrils, saturating her with pleasure. She bit down on Levi’s earlobe as he pumped his last milky spurts into her, and she felt free.

  Free from all restrictions, all moral constraints of modern society. She was wrapped up in a robust fuck with her two men, being pumped full of Levi’s semen just as Garrett was flooding Levi with his. She was all tangled up in the most proper and ideal spot on earth—the one spot her heart belonged.

  She must have fallen asleep—imagine! I fell asleep after all that!—because the next thing she knew, Levi was separating from her. A flood of juice dripped from her pussy as she was unplugged.

  Levi slumped with his head against her thigh. She sat up to cuddle his luscious head of hair to her abdomen. “When shall we marry?” she asked quietly.

  “We don’t want to step on your sister’s toes, as she has to marry Marshal Tempest.”

  “True. Us Hudson girls have been so lucky here in Laramie. Perhaps I should send for my other sisters.”

  Levi’s head popped up, his eyes wide in terror. “There are more of you?”

  “Two more. Don’t worry. They need to stay in Hyde Park to take care of the house now that Mother’s gone.”

  “Why don’t we marry right away? Next week? Give Ivy a chance to plan a lush wedding. This way no one can accuse the new schoolmarm of dallying around.”

  “That’s true. Then I can open the school as soon as three more desks are built.”

  “Where do you want me to build this house that Paddy instructed us to build? Near your father’s?”

  Liberty made a face. “No, thank you. Here in town maybe, but not near Father. Now, where has Garrett got to?”

  Slipping her chemise over her head, she found Garrett sitting at the table by candlelight, pencil poised over a blank sheet of paper. Liberty took a seat to sip some champagne, but she didn’t disturb her lover. She knew that Garrett was attempting to channel Paddy Worth one more time. He could not accept that Paddy had moved on.

  All at once, his pencil began to fly over the paper. Liberty didn’t want to interrupt, and she tensed when Levi entered the room, buttoning his trousers with a snap of the wrist then banging the front door to retrieve the fresh champagne the loafer had left on the stoop. But Garrett kept writing, sentences flowing rapidly.

  After a while, Liberty silently went to stand behind him and peer over his shoulder. “This is a new beginning,” Paddy wrote. “Thank you for freeing me, Private O’Rourke.

  “Never let your partners go, O’Rourke. They are your most valued possession. Whack fol lol de ra!”

  Standing, Liberty wove her arm through Levi’s and began to sing as he joined her in a jig.

  Then off to reap the corn and leave where I was born

  I cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghost and goblin

  In a brand new pair of brogues I rattled o’er the bogs,

  And frightened all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.

  One, two, three, four five

  Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road all the ways to Dublin

  Whack-fol-lol-de-da!

  Garrett, who had formerly disapproved of their irreverent singing, now tossed down his pencil and joined in the jig. And he lifted his knees higher than anyone as he stomped the wooden floorboards with his Wellingtons.

  THE END

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  END NOTE

  Lazzat un Nisa (The Pleasure of Woman) was first hand-copied in a mixture of the ancient Urdu and Persian languages by writer Mohammed Abdul Latif Muzdar Mehdune in 1850. The original manuscript dates back to the 16th century.

  The main subject is Harichand, who goes on a journey to find exotic gifts and beautiful women for the enjoyment of the king. T
he manuscript gives advice on sexual techniques. An instruction manual centers on how a man can arouse a woman during the twenty-eight days of the month. Apparently after learning this, a man can stimulate a woman whenever he wants. She will be so aroused that she will have an orgasm every time she merely thinks about him.

  If only it worked that way. But it’s nice to imagine!

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Karen’s first three novels were historical fiction involving precolonial African explorers. Since she was always either accused or praised (depending on how you look at it) for writing overly steamy sex scenes, erotic romance was the natural next step.

  She is currently writing about the rough-and-tumble paranormal world of the transcontinental railroad in Wyoming and lives in Northern California with her Newfoundland dog.

  Also by Karen Mercury

  Ménage Amour: Going for the Gold 1: Working the Lode

  Ménage Amour: Going for the Gold 2: Either Ore

  Ménage Amour: Going for the Gold 3: A Good Prospect

  Ménage Amour: Going for the Gold 4: Sure as Shooting

  Ménage & More: Going for the Gold 5: Blowing off Steam

  Ménage Everlasting: How the West Was Done 1: Training Ivy

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