Brokenhearted Beauty [Divine Creek Ranch 19] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Heather Rainier

  James dunked the small container in the water that had been standing beside the bath products and she realized it was a little bucket. He lifted it and poured the water over her shoulders, rinsing the slippery suds from her body and then doing the same for himself before handing it off to Vincent.

  Climbing from the tub, James opened a towel for her, wrapped it around her shoulders, and then lifted her from the water. The wine gave her a slight buzz, but she was grateful for the relaxation it and the hot bath had afforded. All the reasons she’d held them at arm’s length fled from her mind. She wanted to make love with them. That much she knew with certainty.

  Once on the mat, he dried her and then handed the towel to Vincent as he climbed from the tub. She smiled at the unspoken intimacy of sharing the towel with them and followed James into the other room.

  The faint tropical fragrance of coconut scented the air and the light of many small flames flickered against the log walls. Vincent tidied the bathroom, which also brought a smile to her face, while James turned down the comforter and sheets on the bed. She had an appreciation for tidiness.

  She paused in front of a bookshelf and looked at the pictures and service medals displayed. There was a picture of the three brothers that had probably been taken on the day they graduated from the police academy. She didn’t linger on the photograph, didn’t obsess over Patterson’s absence, telling herself he was there, in her heart. A folded flag was also displayed in a shadow box and she surmised that it must’ve been the same one that had covered his casket.

  Family pictures from fishing and hunting trips were also displayed, and even some from when they’d been much younger, perhaps junior high, judging by the age of the photos and the clothing they wore. It made her smile to think of them at a more tender age. Even as a youth, she could see the devilish teasing in Patterson’s eyes in one photo as he held up a catfish he must’ve caught. The aroused ache inside her sharpened, both for the men who wanted her, but also for the man she’d never know as intimately.

  Warm fingers clasped with hers and she looked up into Vincent’s eyes. He glanced at the pictures and said, “He would be glad you’re here and he wouldn’t want you dwelling on what can’t be changed, doll.”

  Her eyes grew misty but it wasn’t because she was upset. This moment was more about giving in…finally. “Not calling me fluff anymore?”

  She saw a flash of sadness in his eyes, before he smooched her. “I wanted to help you get past what was keeping up apart, what was making you miss him so much you couldn’t even look at us or talk to us. He thought you were the sweetest little bit of fluff, Leah, despite your stubbornness. I don’t think he doubted even for a moment that you’d be ours someday. I just didn’t want the endearment, or his memory, to get in the way of you enjoying this night.”

  Leah smiled, wanting somehow to make him smile, too. “I thought he called me that because I’m fluffy.” He frowned in confusion and she skimmed her hands over her abundant abdomen, hips and ass. “You know, fluffy, as in full figured.”

  He grinned in understanding. “No, although if he was here he’d be the first to tell you he thought every part of you was beautiful.”

  “Somehow I don’t think he’d be quite as poetic about it though.”

  He did finally smile. “You might be surprised about that, doll. But he did have a way of putting things.”

  She turned from the shelves and tucked her head under his chin and pressed her cheek to his chest. Vincent wrapped his arms around her and she noticed the way he trembled just a little. His heartbeat was rapid under her ear.

  Delicious heat closed in behind her and she moaned as James pressed close. Both of their cocks were hard, hot brands against her stomach and the small of her back.

  Ready, fluff?

  Reaching up to both of them, she slid her fingers around the nape of Vincent’s neck and kissed him while rasping her fingernails through the short sandy-blond hair at the back of James’s head and reeling him in for a kiss as well.

  Her body vibrated with growing arousal, climbing ever higher as she inhaled their combined scents and shared that moment of communion with them. Her body clamored to be made love to and she pulled back from James, looking into his eyes and then his brothers’.

  “I’m ready.”

  She slipped from between them and climbed onto the bed, which was made up with luxuriantly smooth sheets in a chocolate brown color. They joined her as she turned to lie in the center with her upper body propped up on the mountain of pillows. “I sleep with lots of pillows plus a body pillow. I hope some of these are mine.”

  James said, “You can have as many as you want but you also have us to cuddle up to now.” He’d left the statement open-ended but she noted his speculative tone.

  The men closed in on either side of her, just gazing at her, before laying their hands on her. Vincent enjoyed himself, playing with her breasts, cupping them, and patting them until the nipples were tight rosy peaks.

  James seemed fascinated with her bellybutton and spent long moments teasing her with light, tickling touches that made her shudder with pleasure, before his fingertips strayed to her mound.

  Heat swirled outward from his touch as he stroked her. Her heart jumped at his groan as he parted her enough to see the throbbing pink flesh within. He licked his lips and then leaned forward oh so slowly. She moaned in anticipation as he flicked his tongue out and dipped it between her lips to taste her juices. His gaze stayed fixed on her eyes as he savored his first taste of her and delved a little deeper. A tremor jolted her and she would’ve thought it was a mini orgasm, except the knot of tension inside her grew tighter instead of abating.

  The place between her legs throbbed and she felt such a great need that she finally made it known as she wrapped her hands around both of their biceps. “I want this…now. I’m ready.”

  James laid a hand on her upper thigh and murmured, “Open for me?”

  She nodded at his querying tone and complied, reaching for the pillows or sheets or something to hold on to. Vincent took her hand and squeezed it as he scooted down so he lay alongside her, which afforded him a front-row seat.

  He kissed her as James moved between her spread thighs and kissed a path up to her pussy, shocking her that he didn’t move over her to push his cock inside of her. Instead, he slid his tongue between her lips, taking a deep taste of her.

  “You—you don’t have to do that. I’m not…”

  James didn’t remove his lips from her oversensitive flesh as he spoke to her. “You’re perfect, honey. I’ve wanted to taste your sweet pussy for so long. Don’t deny me now.”

  He licked his lips and demonstrated his sincerity as his eyelids slowly slid closed and he buried his face in her slippery hot flesh. His groan sounded so…pleased…that she couldn’t deny him. Gently pulling her outer lips apart, he licked her with broad strokes until her pussy clenched with each touch, demanding more. He sucked at the flesh around her clit, tugging it into his mouth, until her breathing turned to panting and she thought she’d explode from sheer raw pleasure. Just a little more.

  “Oh, James,” she whispered as she caressed the back of his head, the short-cropped strands of his hair tickling her fingers. “I’m so close.”

  He held her captive with his beautiful green eyes, and even though his mouth was busy, she knew the moment he smiled because it sparkled in his eyes. She teetered on the edge until he slid two fingers into her opening and delivered short, teasing thrusts. She froze and an incoherent cry came from her, a begging sound, and he slid his fingers deep and pumped in and out with smooth strokes. Control shattered and she came undone with a loud cry. He rode each wave of pleasure with her until she finally stilled, looking up at him, and over at his brother in wonder.

  Looking very aroused, Vincent kissed her as he caressed her breasts, tweaking at her nipples while James busied himself sheathing his cock. Her pussy throbbed and ached to feel him inside her.

  “James can’t wait to
fill your sweet little cunt, Leah. He wants to fuck you as much as I do. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

  She clung to the hand she’d been holding all along and said, “I want it, too. Want you both so much.”

  James stroked her thigh and she turned her attention back to him, reaching frantically for him. His weight was solid over her as he came to rest between her spread thighs. He kissed her, and she could taste her tangy essence on his tongue, and her cunt clenched with need as she rubbed against him. “Please, more,” she whispered as he centered the head of his cock in her opening. The pleasure and anticipation combined to shove her right back to the precipice yet again but she needed him inside her this time.

  “James!”

  “Honey,” he groaned as her breath caught in rapture and he thrust into her as her orgasm crested. “Yes. Come for me,” he whispered as he stroked in and out gently, never losing control as she undulated and sobbed in delight beneath him. His control amazed her as he maintained his slow strokes until the waves abated. “Did you come good, honey?”

  “Oh, yes. So good, More, need more of you,” she whispered as she arched her back and moved with him, chasing her pleasure. “You’re so big and you feel so good.”

  He rested his elbows on either side of her and cupped her head as he kissed her and made love to her, his powerful body surging and his hips flexing as he fucked her with long, smooth strokes.

  The pleasure swept her away and she lost control, writhing like a wild animal beneath him, amazed as another climax shook her. As the orgasm receded, he smiled down at her. “I think we blew the notion that you have a low sex drive all to fuck.”

  She burst into laughter and he trembled above her while Vincent laughed with them.

  “You may be right. Maybe it just takes the right men to get my motor revving,” she replied and then kissed him as she flexed her hips, drawing a moan of pleasure from him.

  “Hold on, sweet little honey.”

  She wrapped her arms around his back and rolled her hips as he thrust harder, matching his rhythm with her counterpoint motion.

  “You feel so fucking good.”

  “Fuck me, James. Give it to me,” she whispered, feeling her cheeks heat as she made a fledgling attempt at talking dirty to him. “Give me your big cock, baby.”

  He rose up on his elbows to gain more leverage and his hips pumped faster and faster until she wrapped her legs around his waist in order to not be pushed up the bed. Each hard thrust was Nirvana and changing the angle like that meant each stroke also rubbed her clitoris. Incredibly, another orgasm crested within her as she watched the ecstasy wash over his handsome face. He threw his head back and cried out in a loud, triumphant voice. “Leah! Yes!”

  Chapter Four

  Vincent lay there, mesmerized, as James’s orgasm took hold of him. He threw his head back and cried out as he gave Leah three final hard strokes, every inch of his cock sliding deep in her slippery pink cunt. Vincent could practically feel her honeyed softness gripping his own cock. The scene was so intense that he had to wrap a restraining hand around the base of his cock to keep from following along with his brother.

  Breathing deep, he watched as James recovered from the release, hanging his head down between his shoulders to kiss her and whisper softly to her.

  Vincent took care of sheathing his cock and hoped she still wanted him as well. He wouldn’t push it if she was worn out but blue balls would really suck after how the rest of the night had gone.

  James grinned at him before giving her another quick kiss and slowly sliding his cock from her. “She needs you, Vince.”

  “Is that a fact?” he asked as James went back to her other side, looking completely sated.

  “Mmm-hmm,” she murmured as she reached for him. Her cheeks were flushed a beautiful rosy shade and her hazel eyes glowed.

  “Are you sore?” he asked, as he laid gentle fingers on her sweet, hot pussy, watching for signs of discomfort as he stroked her. Instead she gasped and moved against him.

  “I might feel tender in the morning but nothing hurts. Will you fuck me?” she asked breathlessly as he rubbed her clit between his fingers. “Oh, baby, please?”

  Vincent lifted her knees, pushing them up high to her chest so she was spread wide for him and kneeled before her. “So beautiful. Luscious,” he murmured, glancing up at her to gauge her reaction. “You have a gorgeous cunt, doll. I enjoyed watching James fuck you. You get so wet, and pink and swollen. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. I want you so much, I ache with it.”

  “I want you.” Her soft panting and the way her cunt clenched as he gave her clit another light stroke told him as much as her words had. She was ready for more.

  His dick was so hard he didn’t even need to guide it as he held her knees in place and nudged her delicate, slick lips. The sensation was like a hot kiss to the most sensitive spot on his entire body and he took tight control of his urges, wanting to make this good for her.

  She undulated against him, clearly trying to take him inside her or incite him to thrust. He grinned and pressed on her knees, pinning her to the bed. He stayed upright and arched his back, nudging her again and giving a slight push, just enough to give her an inch or so.

  Her eyelids slid closed and the pleasure and anticipation on her face made his inner caveman beat his chest. He slid deeper with the next careful thrust, watching her face for signs of discomfort but her only reaction was a sigh and the clenching of her cunt around his cock. The heat, the softness, the tightness of her sexy body was going to kill him. He withdrew until just the head remained inside her and growled as he saw her slippery hot juices all over him, easing his way.

  He sat back on his heels and released her knees, which she held on to, and he gripped the backs of her thighs and began a steady rhythm. He was enthralled, watching his sliding between her lips over and over. The pleasure of that sight was surpassed only by the sensation of her tight, hot clasp.

  She whimpered and he stroked her clit, to help her along. A flush crept up her chest to her face as her honeyed cunt squeezed him like a fist. Her translucent juices covered his length as she came for him. Holding tight to his control, he rode each climactic wave with her and then released her legs, wanting to be closer to her when he came.

  Eagerly, she wrapped her legs around his hips and he lowered his chest until her plush breasts were pressed against him. He braced his elbows on either side of her head and leaned down to kiss her as he continued fucking her with sure, slow strokes.

  She moaned long and low as she lost control again, arching and writhing beneath him, taking what she needed with a keening cry that he felt in his soul. Making her feel this good had been his dream and his desire for a long time. Prolonging it until she believed she was their woman was his new goal.

  “Does it feel good, doll?”

  She nodded, and he saw the glimmer of tears in her eyes before she hid her face in the crook of his neck. “So good, Vincent, so good.”

  “You like us fucking you?”

  “I love it!”

  “I want to fuck you every night for the rest of my life. Both of us do. So sweet, so perfect for us.”

  She tightened her hold on him and moaned, and he felt the tension grow even tighter inside of her, her pussy trembling, on the brink. He moved a little higher above her so that her clit received more pressure and she wailed, her cunt going hot and liquid all around him.

  Control deserted him and he fucked her hard, harder than he’d intended to the first time, drawing out her orgasm as his release erupted in a fiery explosion. His cum jetted from him in hot spurts inside her tight sheath. He thrust one last time, planting himself as deep as he could, willing her to take him, to take his brother, into her heart. To stay with them. To love them as they loved her.

  * * * *

  James watched Leah as she caught her breath, still wrapped up in Vincent’s embrace. He wondered what thoughts went through her mind as Vincent lifted his chest off of her and lo
oked down at her and stroked her temple.

  Her eyelids drooped as she smiled up at him. She caressed Vincent’s chest and James’s heart throbbed as she reached out for him, too, including him in the moment. In a husky voice, she whispered, “Thank you.”

  Both men chuckled as she quite literally conked out, just as she’d said. After disposing of the condoms, they slid in on either side of her and James was struck by the serenity of the moment as they pulled the covers up over her and cuddled around her.

  For a long time, he lay there listening to her breath. Minute movements from Vincent told him that his brother also lay awake. Satisfaction filled a space that had long been empty in his soul but he had no illusions. He wanted her in their bed and their world but it remained to be seen whether she’d stay. He wasn’t taking a single second for granted.

  He must’ve dozed at some point because he awoke later in the night and discovered that she’d moved around until she now lay with her thigh cast across his, just below his groin, and she’d flung her arm across his torso and had her cheek plastered to his chest. It was his dick that had awakened him, he realized, as it twitched with interest and tingled as it rose to half-mast. He grinned, realizing that she was using him for her body pillow. He’d suffer an unattended erection if it meant getting to feel her draped all over him like that.

  She let out a deep sigh and with a slow, sinuous movement, she inched even closer to him and he had to stifle a groan as she pressed her warm pussy against his thigh. He wanted to reach down and stroke her there but he reeled the urge in. She needed to rest.

  His hard-on gradually subsided and when he woke again, it was to find his side had cooled because she was now snuggled all over on Vincent. His brother cleared his throat and chuckled softly as she made a little feline sound of contentment and settled into a deep sleep. She must’ve displaced the covers when she rolled over because they were now pushed down to her waist. They made eye contact in the dim moonlight and James nodded mutely as Vincent stretched under her and slid his hands down to rest at the small of her back.