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

by Reece Butler

  Trey held up his arms to guide Katie. Her face was flushed almost as much as her gorgeous ass. He didn’t know if she was aware of it, but her grin bunched up her cheeks like crabapples. When she’d dropped her towel to lie across his brother’s lap and be spanked, everything changed. In fifteen minutes Sam had gained confidence, as if a question he’d been afraid to ask, had been answered in his favor. He even looked at Katie differently. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing in his movements.

  Katie glowed, and not just from a red ass. She’d conquered something as well. He grasped her ankle, guiding it to the far side of his chest before reaching for her hips.

  “Have I ever told you what a wonderful person you are?” he asked her.

  “You’re only saying that because we’re all naked,” she replied with a laugh.

  “I’m saying it because we’re naked, and I’ll say it when we’re dressed. You’re a damn fine woman, Katie Winterbourne. You’re smart, sexy, fun, and you have the courage to conquer your fears.”

  She reached out, searching for something. She found his cock. He hissed as her hot fingers clenched him. He’d damn near come in his pants as he’d watched Sam stroking and spanking her. Knowing that she would soon slide over him, encasing him in her velvet heat, made him tremble.

  “And you, Trey Elliott, have a hard cock that needs riding.”

  “Help yourself,” he croaked.

  Her forehead wrinkled. She bit her lip.

  “Something wrong?” asked Sam. He rested his hand on her shoulder and squeezed reassuringly.

  “I showed my trust that you wouldn’t hurt me, Sam. I want to know what you’ve done to show you trust me in return.”

  “When you lay across my lap, putting yourself in my hands, you melted my heart,” said Sam softly. “It’s been coming for a while, but I didn’t really believe it until now.”

  She placed her hand on top of Sam’s. Her smile was gentle, and wide. Trey wanted that smile for himself.

  “What about you, Trey?”

  “You know I’ve cared about you from the beginning.” He patted her thigh. “At first it was your sexy body and smart mouth that got me. Now I know there’s a lot more to you.”

  She waited, chewing her lip. “I need you to show you trust me,” she said slowly and distinctly.

  “Sweetie, you’re about to ride me. How can I do that?”

  “Tell me your name.”

  Her words hit him like a wrecking ball. His cock shrank, listing to one side as blood drained to feed his pounding heart.

  “My name?”

  “Yes. Your nickname is Trey. No one will tell me the name you were given at birth. What is it?”

  “Oh, hell, Katie! Now?”

  She squeezed his cock. “I don’t think there’s going to be a better time.”

  “She’s got you there, bro,” said Sam.

  “I hate it.”

  “I’m not going to use it. I want you to trust me enough to tell me.”

  He hadn’t realized how much it meant to him that it be kept secret. He’d been Trey for so long, never thinking of himself otherwise. Katie’s demand, four simple words, smashed through the walls he hadn’t known existed.

  He’d hated that name. Hated how the others taunted him. He knew, now, that they’d mostly done it because he reacted so strongly. Princess Ashley was the worst. She’d say it, sickly sweet and vicious, and he couldn’t fight back because she was a girl, and his cousin. For some reason, all but one of his female cousins were born within a year of him. He could handle ribbing from guys. A scuffle, a few punches, and it was over. Girls, especially princesses like Ashley and her court of giggling acolytes, loved to needle him so he’d turn red with embarrassment. But that was years ago, and Ashley was long gone. He scrubbed at his face with both hands.

  “Trey, just say it.”

  He bared his teeth at Sam, who lifted both hands in a placating gesture. He braced himself to hear the jeering laughter that still echoed in his heart.

  “Ronald.”

  Silence.

  “That’s it?” asked Katie. “All that chest-beating for something so…bland?”

  “Bland?” He got up on his elbows, glaring up at her. “Would you want to be named after Ronald the stupid McDonald’s clown?”

  “You were named after our father.”

  “Yeah, well, you didn’t have Princess Ashley Elliott making nasty comments every time she saw you. Her and that group of giggling idiots,” replied Trey, grumbling.

  “Ashley only did it because it bugged you,” said Sam, far too reasonably. “If you’d ignored her, she would’ve stopped.”

  “I know that now!”

  Trey dropped on his back to stare at the ceiling. At age twenty-five looking back, it seemed stupid to be so upset. At thirteen, with a massive crush on one of Ashley’s best buddies, their cruel taunting had made school intolerable. He’d felt shame at not wanting his father’s name. He’d decided no girl was worth caring about because she could then make him feel bad. From then on he’d turned a stone face on Ash and her group. They’d soon moved on to another poor soul.

  Since then he’d enjoyed females on his terms. He bought their dinners and took them dancing and parking, enjoying whatever they were willing to share. He’d given little of himself in return. Three or four dates was his limit, so he’d never had a girlfriend. He’d refused to let another female have that much power over him. And it was all because of Ashley Elliott. If she ever returned to Climax she’d have one hell of a lot to make up for!

  No, you dolt. It’s not Ash’s fault. It was yours. You gave her the power to shame you. She just took advantage of it.

  He flushed at the years he’d spent chasing the wild girls who knew the score so he wouldn’t care too much about them, and therefore be open to their ridicule and shame. Worse, he’d accused Sam of doing the same thing. It had taken one small tornado of a woman to smarten them both up.

  Katie was nothing like Ash. She’d never been pampered, told how wonderful she was, or taught to think she was better than anyone else. She was kind and thoughtful, a great worker, and had the most arousing body, coming and going, that he’d ever seen. He wanted to give her everything she’d never had. Love, comfort, security, and friendship.

  A soft sigh was the only warning he got before a pair of nipples brushed across his chest. Katie pouted down at him. The spark in her eyes showed she was playing a game.

  “You look upset. Will these make you feel better?” She held out her breasts, offering them to him. She teased as well, hiding the nipples he wanted to suck deep.

  He was no longer a fool. He’d accept her breasts, her ass, her pinky toes, her quirky brain, and everything in between. He wanted all of her, forever. Was she ready to hear it? Her smile faded.

  “Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me your secret, Trey. I won’t tell anyone.”

  “It doesn’t matter anymore. It was stupid to let it bug me.”

  “I know what it’s like to be terrorized by cousins,” she replied. “It doesn’t matter what it’s about, because vicious people will find the chinks in your armor and pick at them. It’s horrid when you’re a child. But we’re not children anymore.”

  Her nostrils flared. His own did the same as he inhaled her scent. Enough of the past. He was ready for the present, and the future.

  “Nope.” He grasped her hips, encouraging her to rise to her knees. “But I still like to play games. Wanna play Ride A Cock Horse?”

  Chapter 28

  Katie slowly bobbed up and down on Trey’s thick cock. She took him slowly, partly to stretch her tissues, and partly to tease. She discovered she liked being naughty. Her back end was still hot from the spanking. No matter what all those books said, or what Jane and Lila had promised, she’d not expected to get aroused by having a man’s hand smack her bottom.

  Trey’s deep groan resonated within her. “Oh God, Katie. You feel so good.”

  “Feels pretty good from this s
ide, too.”

  She had to break the sentence into two. It was hard to breathe with a pair of hands playing with her breasts and squeezing her nipples. She leaned forward, dragging her clit against Trey’s pubic bone. The next groan came from her.

  “That’s what I want to hear,” said Sam. “Katie enjoying herself. Ass not too sore from that spanking?”

  Trey switched his grip. His hands felt cool on her burning cheeks.

  “I liked it,” she admitted.

  Sam kissed her shoulder. “It means so much that you trusted we wouldn’t hurt you.”

  “Yes, well, you’re a good man, Sam Elliott.”

  “What about me?” demanded Trey.

  “You’re not so bad either,” she said, and clenched his cock.

  “Trey, Katie enjoyed her punishment spanking too much. We’ll have to come up with something different.”

  “Orgasm torture,” said Trey.

  She stopped. “Torture?” She still trusted them, but the word made her pause.

  “The only torture,” said Trey, “is that we don’t let you come. We lick and suck and finger you until you’re screaming and begging to come.”

  “And?” she demanded breathlessly.

  “And then we stop,” said Sam with a diabolical grin.

  “You just stop?”

  “We take you down a few notches, let you cool down a bit. Then we start again.”

  She imagined what it would be like. Coming close to that delicious orgasm and being denied, repeatedly. It would be torture, of the finest kind.

  “What’s to stop me from taking over the job myself? Or just walking away?”

  “Didn’t you clean the furniture in here?” asked Sam.

  “Yes, so what?”

  “Ever wonder what all those eye bolts are for?”

  There had been a good number of them. Now that she thought about it, they’d often been in matched pairs.

  “Rope?”

  “That’s a good answer,” said Trey, wading into the discussion. “They’re also good for clipping things to.”

  He was so strong that his hands, under her bottom, easily lifted her. Her pussy rode along his shaft. It felt so good she decided to continue. For her own pleasure, of course.

  “What things?” she asked, speeding up.

  “Wrist and ankle restraints,” said Sam, close to her ear. He nibbled it. “To hold you in whatever position we want. See that?”

  He pointed to a strange chair with a reclining back and split seat. Padding covered the part where buttocks would rest, but the seat itself was split in two. That would allow a person’s legs to be spread wide. And if that person were strapped in, their genital area would be open to whatever anyone wanted to do.

  A gush of fluid made her even slicker. She leaned her hands on Trey’s chest and ground herself against him again. This was one orgasm that was not going to be denied. She closed her eyes and thought of being tied down. Helpless. Forced to endure such ecstasy. A lubed finger slid into her ass. She gasped, clenching down on Trey’s cock.

  “Ride him,” ordered Sam. “Take that orgasm. Take everything you want. We’re here for you, Katie.”

  Trey grasped her breasts and pinched her nipples. She exploded, crying out at the wonderful friction. She was slowing, trying to catch her breath, when Trey roared. He heaved into her from below, setting her off again.

  Sam lifted her off just before she sank in an exhausted puddle onto Trey. He lay on his back and pulled her half onto him. His arm rested on her bottom until her breath slowed. Then it began slow circles. She dozed, waking to the sound of deep voices murmuring. A comforter covered all three of them. Her head was on Sam’s right shoulder, with her right arm and leg draped across his body. His heartbeat thumped under her ear. She yawned.

  “Sleepyhead is finally awake,” said Sam.

  His heartbeat sped up. Something twitched against her leg. She reached down and grasped him. Sam murmured his approval. She squeezed his cock. It rewarded her by thickening, pushing against her thigh as it grew.

  “I could get used to this,” she said. “Waking to two handsome men eager to pleasure my body.”

  “How about you do some pleasuring for a change?” Sam kissed her forehead. “We men are plumb tuckered out.”

  Katie didn’t know for sure if they’d want her to stay. The aunts had spoken as if she’d be there next year to help. There’d been some suggestions that she might have to put her feet up the following year as she was likely to be pregnant by then. They assumed Sam and Trey would ask to marry them, and that she would say yes. She’d also heard Trey had insisted until very recently that he was not the marrying kind. She wasn’t going to think about that. She’d enjoy this moment and put what she felt about them in her touch.

  “Close your eyes,” she told Sam.

  He looked up, frowning. Why?”

  “I want you to concentrate on feeling.”

  “I like looking at you.”

  Katie scowled. “Do I have to tie you down or are you going to behave?”

  “She’s got you there, big brother,” said Trey.

  “Sometimes giving up control is a powerful thing,” she said. She’d read it in a book, and was only learning to believe it.

  Sam grumbled, but closed his eyes. There was no question that he was still in control. He was allowing her to have fun with him, the same way she used the stoplight colors to guide two men so much bigger than herself.

  “I’m going to start a bath for you,” said Trey. He kissed her shoulder on the way past.

  Katie lay full length on Sam’s chest. There was so much of him. His arms came around her. She kissed his chest, which was as close to his lips as she could get. From there she went on a journey, kissing every part she could reach. All but his cock. The tip glistened. She wanted to taste him, but that would wait. She wanted to drive him crazy, until he couldn’t take it anymore.

  “Katie, you are playing with fire,” he warned when she playfully nipped his thigh.

  “So watcha gonna do about it, big boy?”

  A low growl was the warning before he rolled her onto her back. He grabbed her legs, pushed her knees past her ears, and surged into her hot, needy pussy. Their mutual groans filled the room. He stayed there, his cock deep in her.

  “Is this what you wanted?” he demanded. “Your man to take over?”

  “Maybe.”

  He slowly retreated, then filled her again.

  “Don’t lie, Katie, especially to yourself. If you want me to make you scream, then say so.” He filled her again, all the way. His face looked down at her, grimacing.

  “Oh, God, Sam. Make me scream!”

  His eyes darkened. “About damn well time!”

  He surged forward, filling her. At the same time, he played with her clit. In this position she was entirely at his mercy, and she loved it. She groaned, guttural and deep, each time he filled her. His magic fingers pulled at her clit. His balls tapped against her backside every time he hit bottom. She shivered, grabbing the sheets as an anchor. Tension coiled, tighter and tighter.

  “Now Katie. Let it go!”

  He pinched her clit. She screamed and exploded. He took her hips in his hands. Two more strokes and he joined her, bellowing his triumph.

  Chapter 29

  Sam whistled as he headed to the house mid-morning for some of Katie’s light-as-air breakfast biscuits. Last night had been fantastic. He’d never made a woman scream before. He intended to do it often with Katie. They’d cuddled all night, like puppies. He’d slept better than he’d thought possible. When he came in after morning chores Katie said she and Lila were taking the very pregnant Madison shopping for baby clothes. The sixteen-year-old would nurse her baby for a few days before the adoptive parents she’d chosen took the child away. Then she’d stay on at the MacDougal ranch until heading back to school in the fall. She was one determined young woman, and more power to her. The police had her attacker in jail awaiting trial. The little shit was lu
cky the cops got to him first. Madison wasn’t the first girl he’d harmed, but she’d damn well be the last.

  He flipped open the tea towel Katie had wrapped around the hot biscuits and grabbed a handful. As soon as she came back he’d ask her what was going on. He lifted a biscuit to his mouth, already anticipating the treat. The phone rang. It could be about the haying, so he had to answer. He put the rest of the biscuits back and covered them up.

  “Rocking E Ranch, Sam here.”

  “I wish to speak with Katherine Winterbourne,” said a haughty female voice.

  So, someone had tracked Katie down. A relative, or a co-worker? Whoever she was, Sam didn’t like her attitude.

  “There’s no Katherine here.”

  “Of course there is. She called from this number yesterday.”

  So she had called. He couldn’t blame her for not saying anything. After all, they’d pretty much ambushed her in the playroom, and then work was the farthest thing from their minds.

  “You talking about Katie?”

  “I refuse to use that name.”

  “Look lady, I don’t know if she wants to talk with you or not, but she’s not here.”

  “Of course Katherine will speak with me. I am her mother.”

  Sam held the phone away from his ear as he ate the last of the biscuit. That was the extent of his manners toward the woman who’d made Katie’s life miserable.

  “What’s this about?” He mumbled around the last of the biscuit. “If it’s that important, I might mention it to her.”

  “Are you sleeping with my daughter?”

  “Frankly, ma’am, that’s none of your business.”

  “She is my daughter, so it is my business.”

  “Last I heard, anyone over twenty-one was an adult.”

  “My daughter will not throw away her life because of you. She is being irresponsible. She should have been back days ago.”

  “Irresponsible? Katie? You don’t know your daughter, lady. Some cowboy ripped off her bus ticket, her money, and her backpack. She had to hitchhike here. It was the middle of the night, in the mountains, and it was cold. She was attacked but managed to escape. She walked miles, terrified. Since then she’s proven she’s a damn hard worker.”