Lustful Intentions [Climax, Montana 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Reece Butler

  Sam had had the nerve to tell her to find him a wife. She would do it, because she while she was looking she would also get what she wanted, as in multiple-orgasm sex with at least one hot cowboy. She was pretty sure Trey would be eager. If Sam wasn’t interested, so be it. In any case, she was going to get her needs met tonight.

  Sam and Trey were right for her. Not for forever, but for here and now. A week or so of fun and she’d be gone. It was perfect. They wanted her, and she wanted to scratch an itch she hadn’t realized existed. It was a best case business situation, in that everybody would win.

  Before she could talk herself out of it, she grabbed the slinky robe that had been in Marci’s bag of goodies, wrapped it around herself, and strode out the bedroom door. Sam and Trey would be back from the barn any minute and she wanted to be lying in wait for them. She thought of a black widow spider setting a trap for the male, and smiled.

  She floated down the stairs, navy silk rippling around her knees. The tie cord dangled in front, the ends tapping against her mound with each step. She slowed, swinging her hips and pressing her thighs together. They were slick with anticipation.

  She left one light on over the stove, just enough illumination to let them know they weren’t alone. Where should she stand? A deep laugh boomed just outside the door. Her mind went blank. Trey opened the door in sock feet. He set his boots on the porch and stepped in, looking behind him at Sam.

  “I bet Katie tastes as sweet as a—” Trey spotted her. He stopped, staring. Sam, head down, banged into him. “Peach.”

  “Get out of the way,” grumbled Sam.

  Trey stumbled forward, having been shoved from behind. Sam stopped dead, staring at her with eyes wide. His Adam’s apple bobbed.

  “Why aren’t you asleep? I thought you were tired.”

  It wasn’t the sexy interest she’d been expecting.

  “Shut up, Sam.” Trey’s expression was far more appreciative. “Maybe Katie’s awake because she’s been reading Aunt Marci’s books and wants the real thing,” said Trey. “I’m up for it.”

  Trey shifted, shaking out his legs. He was directly in the light so the bulge below his belt buckle was obvious. He certainly was “up.”

  “How did you know about the books?”

  “You left one in the sunroom before supper. Cowboy ménage, huh?” He grabbed his shirt front and tugged. His snaps opened like bullets. He spread the shirt open, exposing his chest, abs, and happy trail. “You ready for the real thing?”

  Her mouth went dry. This was what she’d asked for. The reality was…far more impressive.

  “What books?” Sam’s eyebrows almost touched.

  She had to wrestle control back. Of herself, and the situation. She hauled her eyes away from Trey’s beefcake. Pretend that you’re in control and they’ll never know the truth. Tantalize them for a bit then make your move.

  “I came down for a piece of pie.” She let her hips roll as she walked on bare toes to the fridge. She pulled the door open. Light streamed into the dim kitchen, though all they’d see was her outline. She bent over to get the plate. Both men choked.

  “Oh, dear. There’s only one piece left.” She lifted the plate and turned, closing the fridge door with her hip. The silk swished around her as she moved. Neither man said a word. “Do you want some?”

  “Katie,” warned Sam, “what are you playing at?”

  She put the pie on the counter and went on tiptoes to lift down a plate, knowing as she reached that the hem would rise to reveal her butt cheeks. “I’m not playing.”

  “Katie.” Sam’s deep, demanding voice that made her shiver. “Tell us exactly what you want so there’s no misunderstandings.”

  She turned to him and took a deep breath. Her robe gaped. Both men stared, though all they’d see was a deep V of white against the dark silk. Her breasts were still covered, though barely.

  “You’re both men. I’m a woman. Isn’t it obvious?”

  Was that a growl that emerged from Sam’s chest? His hands were curled in tight fists.

  “What. Do. You. Want?”

  “Fine!” She crossed her arms, ticked off she had to say it out loud. “I want the two of you to give me an orgasm.”

  “Yes, ma’am!” Trey stepped forward. Sam grabbed his shirt to hold him back. It slipped off Trey’s shoulders, but he only took the one step.

  “Not so fast,” said Sam. “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right.”

  Perplexed, she looked from one to the other. “I thought there was no right or wrong, as long as everyone enjoys themselves.”

  “We do things a little different here in Tanner’s Ford Valley.”

  Sam’s voice had changed. It was still deep, but there was an added something which sparked shivers.

  “Different?”

  He nodded, slow and deliberate. “We have a few ground rules.”

  Katie was rapidly losing patience. If she was with any other men she’d already be naked, or long gone. But then, she didn’t want to be with any other men.

  “What about?”

  “We’ll start out easy,” said Sam, “but we’re in charge and you’ll—”

  “Whoa!” interrupted Trey. He sauntered closer. “Tonight we show Katie about pleasure. Tomorrow, if she wants more, she can learn about rules.”

  “Rules as in this is just for fun, while I’m here, right?” she asked, looking from Sam’s intense stare to Trey’s eager grin.

  “That, too,” said Trey. “Don’t you agree, big brother? All for Katie tonight?”

  Sam’s intense gaze burned through the thin silk to her skin underneath. He jerked his head in an abrupt nod. He obviously wanted her, desperately. His whole body shook as if he was barely holding himself back from reaching for her. Trey bounced on his toes. Though he grinned rather than scowled, he was no less eager.

  A feeling of power surged through her. This was her moment! She set her shoulders back and gently tugged the silk tie. It fluttered to the ground. The robe parted a few inches as she inhaled. She had her back to the light so was in shadow, but they stared as if they could see her taut nipples and flaming bush.

  She had them in the palm of her hand. She shrugged. The silk slipped off her shoulders and rippled to the floor.

  * * * *

  Trey stared at Katie’s dark robe puddled on the floor. He raised his eyes. One look and he damn near swallowed his tongue. Her front was in shadow but his eager brain filled in the blanks. Gorgeous Katie, the woman who’d moaned when he’d kissed her then had rolled him on his back to take more, stood naked in front of him. Naked and eager. The woman had some serious curves. Curves he was ready to explore. She was short, so her mouth might be just right when she knelt in front of him. Oh, yeah!

  Katie was a perfect, tiny bundle of womanhood. Tonight would be all about her. Tomorrow was another story. Seeing the outlines of her tantalizing body he hoped she would submit to them. No matter what, she would hold the power to stop them with one word. A good Dom read his sub’s body and voice. He knew why she trembled, and would stop just before she spoke up. That was the whole point, to push her close to the edge, but not over. Doing that again and again changed her beliefs about herself, and what she thought were limits.

  “Let’s start with a kiss,” said Trey. He slowly approached, giving her time to say no. Behind him Sam fought with the laces of his boots.

  “You’re trembling,” said Trey. “We don’t have to do this. Anytime you want, we’ll stop.” He gently placed his fingers on her waist and drew her to him. Not touching, but enough so he could feel her heat.

  “I’m a bit nervous.”

  “Been a while?” She nodded, and her hair rasped against Trey’s chest. “Then let’s get right to it.”

  His mouth descended toward Katie’s. She rested her palms on his chest. Was she pushing him away? Her fingers slipped over his skin to his back, then pulled him close. He wrapped his arms around her, bent his head, and deepened the kiss. She tast
ed of apple pie and cinnamon. His tongue tangled with hers until he ran out of breath.

  “God, I love the way you kiss,” he said, panting. “But you’re so short my neck’s getting a crick.”

  Trey took her by the waist and lifted. She gasped at the chill when he set her butt on the counter. While she settled he undid his belt, flipped open the top button and eased the zipper down. He exhaled in relief.

  “That’s a hell of a lot better,” he said. “Now for my dessert.”

  “You want apple pie now?” she asked, incredulous.

  “Nope. My dessert’s right here.”

  Trey kissed her cheek as his hands found her breasts. Magnificent breasts. Perky and sensitive. To confirm it he scraped her nipples with his thumbs. She gasped and arched, tilting her head back. He continued to play with them as he nuzzled under her ear. He kept track of her shivers and gasps as he kissed his way to her breasts. He captured one with his mouth. She groaned, pulling his head tight. He savored her response then continued down to her belly, nipping and kissing. Her scent got stronger with each inch. His cock swelled and stiffened. He dropped to his knees, grasped her thighs, and spread her legs.

  The stove light to her right made shadows, hiding her pussy lips. Her flame curls matched the ones on her head, only they had more spring. He watched her eyes as his knuckle circled the area which should contain her clit. He wasn’t aiming yet, just checking out the situation. Teasing her, to see what she’d do. Some women would take his hand and put it exactly where they wanted it. They tended to be more experienced. Katie, on the other hand, seemed to be happy with whatever she got. By the time she left the Rocking E she’d be a lot more experienced, and demanding.

  He hauled her butt to the edge of the counter, spread her knees wide, and stepped between them. He looked straight down. Full breasts heaved. Between them, a flash of flaming pussy beckoned. He groaned.

  “Um, Trey?”

  “Hush. I’m in charge of this operation.” He knelt and began nibbling his way up her left thigh.

  “Operation?”

  “Yep. Operation Orgasm. I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll pass out.”

  “Is that possible?”

  “Don’t know. Never tried before.” He gave her a stern look. “Your job is to relax and think of nothing except what you’re feeling.”

  * * * *

  Relax? How could she relax? She’d just done something so wild and crazy it was like a scene out of a book. No sane person would throw herself, naked, at a pair of men she’d just met. She’d think she was in an erotic dream except for the cold counter beneath her bottom.

  Trey’s strong hands held her thighs apart as he nipped and nibbled his way up her leg. Those intense blue eyes watched her gasp and tremble. She couldn’t help herself. Her body reacted before her mind engaged. He stopped, sighing.

  “Katie, you’re thinking too hard.”

  He thought for a moment, and then stood. “I know what the problem is.” He lifted her by the waist. Startled, she grabbed for his shoulders. He carried her across the kitchen to the table and set her down.

  “Now you can relax,” he said.

  He put one finger between her breasts and pushed. She went down on her elbows, and then lay flat. The chilly table did nothing to cool the fire raging in her. He grabbed a cushion from the chair, tossed it on the floor, and knelt. He set her feet on the edge of the table, far apart, and held them there with his hands. She understood his stern expression. She was not to move them.

  “Much better. Now close your eyes and let me work.”

  She did as ordered, concentrating on that one part of her anatomy. A part no one but her doctor had looked at.

  “God, Katie, every inch of you is beautiful.” A finger stroked between her lips. “I need more light.” A snap and the lamp over the table clicked on. “Much better,” he said in satisfaction. “This is too pretty to miss.”

  The doctor had been brisk and efficient under bright lights. Katie had touched herself with only her fingers and a vibrator, and that in the dark. Trey lingered, caressing every inch with his fingers.

  “Tell me what you like.”

  His words broke through her concentration. “What?”

  “Every woman likes things different, and that changes from day to day.” He chuckled. “Sometimes from minute to minute. So guide me. Tell me what you want me to do.”

  His calluses skimmed her clit.

  “That!” she replied breathlessly. Instead, he skirted around her clit and massaged just beyond. She moaned a curse.

  “Has no man ever taken the time to pleasure you, Katie?”

  “It was more a case of him pleasuring himself, by using me.”

  He paused. She looked past her breasts and belly to his frown. His intense brilliant blue eyes got her every time.

  “Damn, Katie, you need a real man. Luckily, you’ve got one.”

  “She’s got two,” growled Sam.

  Trey changed his grip, placing his hands under her buttocks. He lifted her easily and moved her an inch toward him. The edge of the table now cut across her bottom. He closed his eyes, dropped his head, and touched her with his tongue. Her hands slammed down. She had nothing to clutch, so spread her fingers wide. One swipe of that tongue and she knew she’d wasted her time with boys.

  This was a man.

  At first she tried to keep track of where his fingers and tongue and chin and nose were. But the sensations overwhelmed her, so she just let it flow. A roaring in her ears almost blocked out the wet sounds he made as he explored her. She leaned her head back, her hair rasping on the wood. Delicious tension coiled. She whimpered. He chuckled and kept up the pressure, tongue on her clit and fingers inside. She was close. Oh so close. Then he lifted his head away.

  “Don’t stop now!”

  “A man’s gotta breathe,” he said by way of explanation, panting.

  “Fine! Keep your fingers working,” she ordered.

  He chuckled. “Yes ma’am. Like this?”

  Watching her intensely, he dragged a knuckle from her pussy down. He rubbed it over her anus, a place that had never been breached. She shivered, clenching her sphincter in delight.

  “I thought you might like that,” said Trey.

  “If you can talk, you’ve caught your breath.”

  She should be concerned about that look of devilry, but was too far gone to care. Whatever he did made her squirm in delight. His right hand moved up to caress her breast and nipple. His head descended, eyes watching. His tongue pressed on her clit, then flicked back and forth.

  “Yes!” She jammed her eyes closed.

  * * * *

  Unlike many of his cousins, Sam had not shared a woman with his brother before, mostly because he spent his time on the ranch while Trey went out partying. He was relieved to feel no jealousy as he watched his brother kiss Katie. Having Trey warm Katie up for him would save time, something they didn’t have much of. Katie would only be here for a couple of weeks and for most of it they’d be working all day and half the night haying.

  That meant if he wanted any fun it better start now. He headed upstairs to check if they still had that box of condoms in the bath he and Trey shared. While he was up there he stripped, carefully easing his cock out of his jeans. He groaned in relief and anticipation. After a quick shower he slipped on a pair of loose track pants. He didn’t want to appear too eager and frighten her. He was big, all over, and she was such a tiny thing.

  They’d still have to be very careful until they knew more about her body and what she liked. She was a redhead with light skin so could mark easily. She sure had the temper of a redhead. Playing with a feisty woman was right up his alley, though he wouldn’t want to marry one. They’d be too much work.

  He found the box, checked the date, and cursed. Expired. It was just as well they were only going to help Katie tonight. Tomorrow he’d get a new box. No, a couple of boxes. He tossed it in the trash and headed back downstairs. Trey had moved Katie
to the kitchen table. She lay on her back, writhing and gasping. Trey was on his knees. One hand was on her breast, the other looked like it was working her ass. His mouth was on Katie’s pussy. Sam watched, entranced, as she arched so high only her head and butt touched.

  She inhaled a gasp, held it, and then cried out. “Oh, God! Yes!”

  A dark flush of pink flowed over her chest as she came. Sam’s cock jerked in reaction. He made fists to stop himself from taking it in hand and getting the job done. He wanted to wait for Katie, not use Ms. Palmer and her four friends again. One more gasp and she slumped.

  Trey leaned back. His face glistened with Katie’s juices. He panted, having been starved from oxygen for however long. Not that Trey seemed to mind as he had a shit-eating grin the size of Montana.

  “Damn, I told you she was sweet.”

  Katie hadn’t moved. While her respiration rate was high, she should be breathing a lot deeper. Sam walked closer. She didn’t move.

  “What did you do to her?”

  “Gave her the best damn orgasm of her life, that’s what.” Trey hung his head for a moment then rose to his feet. His zipper was down but his pants were still up.

  “Trey, she’s passed out.” Sam lifted her hand from the table. Limp. He shook it. Her arm waggled like overcooked spaghetti. “She’s out like a light!”

  Trey caught a nipple between two knuckles and squeezed. She didn’t react. He patted her haunch. Still nothing.

  “Wow, that’s never happened before.” Trey’s face lit up in pride. “Damn, I’m good!”

  “Good for nothing!” Sam exhaled heavily. He’d had a hell of a time waking her when she slept in the truck. Even if he did wake her now, she would not be in the mood to continue. “Looks like Katie’s the only one getting off tonight.”

  “She didn’t get off. She went down with the ship.” Trey held his hands up to stop Sam pounding him. “Hey man, chill!”

  Sam pinched the bridge of his nose. This was not how he’d planned to end the evening. However he would have to man up and go without. He wanted Katie to be an enthusiastic participant in anything they did.