Lumberjack Weekend [Divine Creek Ranch 21] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Heather Rainier

  Lucas took her other hand and leaned toward her. “You’re beautiful, Violet. Absolutely perfect.”

  She flicked a glance at Lucas and pursed her lips, but she kept her thoughts to herself. With her hand trapped between his, he felt when she tugged, as if she wanted to cover herself, but he wasn’t going to let that happen. She finally took a deep breath and seemed to settle enough to speak.

  “I feel very exposed. How long do I have to wear this?”

  Not long. Soon enough it’ll be coming off. He kept his thoughts to himself. “Before we talk about that, I want you to take a few deep breaths and let them out slowly. You’re so nervous I can practically hear your heart pounding.” Her effort was shaky, but she complied, and his heart went out to her as he encouraged her to do it a few more times.

  A cup of coffee was placed in front of her, and she gave Josh a tremulous smile after he asked the waiter to bring her honey to sweeten it. When the waiter returned with the honey, she stirred a spoonful in, seeming relieved to have something to do with her trembling hands.

  Lucas stroked her cheek. “I hope you like Eggs Benedict. It’s what we ordered for you.”

  “Sounds wonderful.” There was a slight tremor in the hand lifting her china coffee cup to her lips.

  Taking mercy on her, Josh struck up light conversation with Lucas about a work project they had coming up later in the month. It didn’t require a lot of concentration, and he observed her as they talked. She hated being the center of attention or, worse yet, an object of curiosity. She blushed when a waiter placed her breakfast in front of her, seeming completely unconcerned by her state of dress, even though many of the other guests were dressed much more scantily than she was. She hadn’t realized that yet.

  He and Lucas kept talking as they dug into their breakfasts, and it was clear to him when she began to notice the other women in the room, a couple of whom smiled encouragingly. She smoothed the transparent fabric covering her lap, took a long breath, and let it out slowly.

  Joseph made announcements as the guests finished their breakfasts and left their tables. She observed them as they mingled for a time before making their way out of the dining room to wherever they planned to play. By the time the plates were cleared, she seemed, if not comfortable, at least at ease with the two of them.

  He inched his chair back and angled it so he faced her, and she blushed as she glanced between the two of them and then took a sip from her nearly empty coffee cup. “How are the nerves?” he asked.

  She put her hands in her lap and shrugged, drawing his attention to her full breasts and her tightly peaked nipples pressing against the diaphanous fabric. “Better. The last thing I wanted to do was come into this crowded room. I didn’t want their eyes all over me, not so early in the morning or so soon into the weekend. I felt so blatant and…”

  “Sexual?”

  She nodded as he lifted her cool hand from her lap. Capitalizing on the thought, he reached out to the sleeve of her dress and gently tugged, causing the neckline of the bodice to slip off of her shoulder where it belonged. The slight increase in her breathing got his attention. He didn’t mind if she was on edge, especially if it was a sexual edge. Her nipples beaded tighter as she watched his hand stroke down her upper arm.

  Lucas garnered her attention by mirroring the move on her other side, and Josh knew they were on the right track when her eyelids lowered and her breathing went a little shaky. She squirmed in her seat and looked from one of them to the other. He saw the narrowing ring of amber brown as her eyes dilated with arousal.

  “I noticed you’re both wearing plaid flannel.”

  Perfect timing. They rose from their chairs, and Josh held out his hand. “Ready to have your fantasy wishes granted?”

  Chapter Seven

  Lucas was charmed by Violet’s expression. So easy to read. The way she bit her lip while squirming in her chair told him her shyness was warring with her sensual, curious nature.

  “N–now?” she asked, and he heard the tremor in her voice as she took Josh’s hand and stood from her seat.

  Unable to keep his hands off of her, he stroked her warm hip and said, “Soon. Let’s stroll around and see what comes up.” His cock tingled and thickened with anticipation.

  She glanced at him and giggled. “I was worried you wanted to go…get busy.”

  Lucas grinned. “We plan to ‘get busy’ eventually but not until you’re one hundred percent certain you’re ready. I want to see you on edge, wanting it as much as we do.”

  The way she bit her lip made him want to suck on it, but he was satisfied with walking from the room with her, helping her take baby steps in a world that was new to her. It was new to him, too, but he’d discovered her nerves and inexperience somehow grounded him, made him determined to give her what she needed in the short term, so hopefully she’d learn to trust them in the long term.

  A deep moan filtered to them from the corridor leading to the lounge and the parlor located at the back of the mansion. The polished gray granite on the walls reflected the flickering candlelight, enhancing the castle-like atmosphere.

  Lucas asked, “Did Joseph give you any directions about the weekend?”

  As she padded down the corridor between them, she nodded. “He told me I could mingle in any of the public areas and to trust my instincts, to feel free to decline the attention of anyone who made me uncomfortable.”

  Josh said, “Good.”

  Lucas nodded. He didn’t plan to leave her side for the duration of the weekend so it was a moot point. He’d be watching over her like a hawk.

  Violet’s pace slowed as they entered the lounge. The French doors stood wide open, framing the play areas beyond. Whispered conversations occurred among several groups meandering through the lounge, and Lucas enjoyed the way her eyes widened as she looked across the room.

  A brunette straddled the shoulders of a man who was blindfolded and bound to one of the chaise lounges interspersed through the room, giving him access to her pussy, which he was licking while she teased his cock, stroking the head and massaging his balls. As they watched, the woman dipped her fingertips in a dish of what must’ve been lubricant and then slid her fingers behind his sac and teased his asshole. His whole body strained, and the woman chuckled softly when he lifted them both off the chaise with the strength of his bowed back. She worked one hand up and down his full length with a tight grip, and he cried out against her pussy as she stroked the fingers of her other hand in and out of his rear opening.

  Simply watching made Lucas clench a little, but then he grew even harder as he imagined Violet doing that to him. He glanced at her and noticed her cheeks were flushed and her gaze never wavered.

  Lucas tugged at her hand. “We can move closer.”

  Her eyes were wide, but then she seemed to recover herself and nodded.

  Josh leaned closer and whispered, “They won’t mind.”

  They watched the couple as they pleasured each other. The man’s cock twitched and thickened a little more as she teased the head. She increased the length of her strokes in and out of his ass, and the man’s moans were nonstop as he continued eating her pussy. He cried out in either agony or ecstasy—or maybe both—when she squeezed the base of his cock and gentled her strokes, denying him his orgasm.

  Lucas’s cock throbbed with lust as he imagined Violet torturing him like that.

  “Please! Please!” the man whispered, his voice muffled as he continued licking and sucking at her pussy. “Please!” He growled in triumph when she stilled against him, her eyelids sliding closed as she exhorted him to make her come. He redoubled his efforts, and her cries rose high as she rode her climax. After the pleasure had crested, she rewarded him, focusing the strokes of her fingers in a smaller area, obviously massaging his prostate, judging by the way his moans turned to howls and copious amounts of his cum spurted hard against the woman’s abdomen. She continued massaging him and working his shaft and his wails took on a harsher edge as she prolo
nged his orgasm until he went limp beneath her.

  The brunette changed position so she faced her partner, straddling him again, and kissed him as she whispered, rubbing her slickened torso against his, praising him until she drew a weak smile from him.

  Lucas glanced at Violet. Her breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing, and her cheeks were also flushed as she watched the reveling couple in captivation.

  Lucas gently tugged her across the room and paused at the door. She scanned the outer play area, seeming unaware that they watched her, waiting to see what caught her eye. It didn’t take long.

  The sheer drapes were tied back on one of the outdoor beds, and it was clear she was drawn to the occupants, as were several other attendees. The threesome on the bed, one woman and two men, were in the midst of passionate foreplay, the woman sucking one man’s cock as the other bound her wrists behind her back and tied a blindfold on her.

  Violet never took her eyes from the ménage a trois as the man continued prepping the woman, lubricating her ass. Violet bit her lip and her eyes dilated as Lucas watched her. A blush grew at the base of her throat as the man gave several playful smacks to his woman’s ass and then used her bound arms to draw her hips back so his blunt cockhead teased against her rear opening, never plunging in, merely spreading her open and stretching her.

  Violet’s hand tightened in his, and she looked up at him, the naked arousal in her eyes making his dick ache. She continued watching the threesome and licked her lower lip as the woman pleaded for the man’s cock in her ass when the other man positioned his dick for her. The man behind her grasped her wrists and used them to leverage her, shoving her down onto the other man’s cock. The woman cried out and nodded when he growled quiet words in her ears as he began thrusting in earnest against her ass. Several other observers made sounds of sensual approval, which seemed to arouse the woman even more.

  “Oh my…” Violet whispered breathlessly, clearly into the moment. She might say she didn’t want to do more than dip her toe in the kink pool, but the bondage and spanking clearly turned her on, as well as the control the men had over their woman.

  The man at the woman’s back nibbled at her ear as he whispered to her. The woman shuddered, her lips parting as she panted while they continued teasing her, stoking her arousal even higher. The man beneath her looked so on edge Lucas almost felt sympathy for him. The man’s counterpart wrapped a forearm around her torso, drew her back against him tightly, and lifted his other hand to gently clasp her throat. Violet leaned forward and seemed riveted as she watched the interchange.

  Lucas enjoyed the pink flush growing in Violet’s cheeks. She was more beautiful than ever, but at some point, though, he wasn’t sure how, he realized her flush wasn’t from arousal but from heightened emotion. Her lips even trembled a little before she flitted her gaze to him. She tried to smile but directed her attention back to the threesome, playing voyeur to the intimate moment, and Lucas was relieved they were in the presence of a grouping that clearly cared about each other, rather than something much more transient.

  A shaky moan drew his attention back to the scene in time to see the woman arch her back as she finally received the cock of the man behind her. Gooseflesh flickered over Violet’s skin. Lucas’s skin broke out in gooseflesh as well when he imagined taking her in the same way, the softness of her skin under his hands and the feel of being engulfed inside her.

  But he wanted to take away whatever negative emotion had flickered in her eyes moments before. He wondered again about her past and wanted to make it better.

  Her hand tightened on his, and he didn’t think she was even aware of it as she watched the threesome move in a slow rhythm. Her taut nipples beaded against the thin fabric of the dress, and standing as close to her as he was, he heard the way Violet’s breathing quickened.

  He leaned close and whispered. “I want you like that.”

  Biting her lip, she nodded even as her eyes were riveted to the ménage.

  He pressed a kiss to her throat as Josh leaned in to her other side, and murmured, “Are you imagining taking both of us at the same time?”

  A shudder rippling through her was the only answer she needed to give, but he heard the tiny moan that escaped her.

  “Violet?”

  They turned at the sound of Joseph’s whisper, and Lucas nodded at him. It was time to begin.

  * * * *

  “Yes, Joseph?” she asked in a shaky voice, wanting to kick Joseph for interrupting what was playing out in her head and making the rest of her throb with lust. She wanted them so badly it was painful.

  “I have something you’ll need for your scene.”

  He nodded at the men as she stepped from between them, and they watched her go with Joseph. Lucas winked at her before she turned to watch her footing on the patio.

  “Where are we going?”

  Joseph smiled. “You’ll see.”

  Joseph cradled her elbow as they climbed the steps to a different set of French doors, and he escorted her inside. She looked behind her, wondering why Josh and Lucas hadn’t come with them. They veered down a wide hallway off of the central corridor, and he opened a large, paneled wooden door and motioned her inside.

  She gasped as her eyes adjusted to the lower lighting of the room, and she realized he’d taken her into the library located across the corridor from the lounge. The room lived gloriously up to its label. Shelves were lined floor to ceiling with books, complete with a rolling ladder needed to gain access to the upper shelves.

  “Oh, Joseph! How lovely!” The expansive room made her not-so-shabby bookstore seem diminutive in comparison. She let out an awed breath as she gazed up at the books surrounding her, their spines all carefully aligned on the shelves. She was willing to bet Joseph owned a small fortune in first editions.

  “I thought you might like it in here. I’ll be right back.”

  She nodded and gave in to the urge to approach the shelves to scan the titles, breathing in the scent of books both new and old. Maybe Joseph would let her come back some time to peruse—no, revel—in his library.

  A low groan from across the hallway reminded her she wasn’t here for the literary abundance. The sensual sound brought the erotic scenes in the lounge and on the patio to mind. Watching had gotten her hotter than she’d expected. She’d never done anything even remotely like giving a prostate massage, but it’d obviously blown the man’s mind.

  In the few months they’d been together, neither Bodie nor Victor had voiced a desire for her to try prostate massage with them, and fear of accidentally hurting a partner had made her a bit squeamish about asking. Watching the man’s flushed face as he begged shamelessly for relief had made her hot, but what had convinced her she’d like to try it was the expression on the woman’s face as she’d stroked him to a howling orgasm. She wondered what that kind of power felt like.

  As they’d walked out to the backyard, she’d been excited, but by the time they stood watching the threesome prepare, her arousal was pooling hot between her legs, and anyone who looked closely would see the dampness on her inner thighs. Josh’s and Lucas’s body heat on either side of her had only intensified the ache.

  Then one member of the ménage had lifted his hand to the woman’s throat, and she’d clasped her hand over his. Violet had seen the matching wedding bands all three of them wore. Three slim bands separated by a narrow space, proclaiming them a committed threesome. Violet’s sexual need had morphed into an emotional need surpassing the enthrallment of watching them make love to each other.

  “Here we are,” Joseph said, interrupting the train of her lustful thoughts.

  Joseph held up what looked like a frayed canvas backpack. She frowned as he motioned her to turn and then slid the straps over her arms and placed it securely on her shoulders. The canvas was rough on her skin through the thin fabric of her nonexistent dress. She turned back to him, hoping for explanation.

  Joseph looked her up and down and appeared satisfied
. “You, my dear, are a lusty little tree-hugging nymph.”

  Her jaw dropped as she stared at him. “A what?”

  His taciturn expression revealed little beyond the twinkle in his eyes. “You heard right. A sexy little forest nymph with a penchant for vexing the lumberjacks laboring in your woods. You so tormented the previous pair of workmen they convinced themselves the woods were haunted, in order to justify leaving. No work has been done in your forest for many years because of this legend, but now workers are back, and in greater numbers, with the intention of taking many trees, including the one you make your home in.”

  Violet listened as Joseph told her a tale of a mischief-making nymph who enjoyed playing pranks on the new lumberjacks in an effort to make them leave but, more recently, because she loved frustrating them. There were two whom she especially enjoyed bedeviling, both because of their handsome good looks and also because they seemed to know she, a nymph and not a ghost, was the cause of all the trouble. They would call out, as if tempting her closer to flirt with her. And everyone knew a nymph couldn’t resist one handsome man, much less two. Sometimes she allowed them a tiny glimpse of her among the greenery, simply because they would grin and then give chase, calling after her what they’d do to her if they ever caught her.

  “And today they’ll catch you, little sprite.” He adjusted the strap on the heavy pack. “I’ll show you the way to the path you must take.”

  Biting her lip, Violet shrugged her shoulder, trying to settle the bulky pack. Weighty, but not so heavy she couldn’t carry it. She stopped at the door and looked up at Joseph.

  He smoothed back the tresses at her temples and smiled down at her. “You’ll need this.” He placed a delicately crafted circlet of vines and wildflowers on her head and brushed her blonde locks over her shoulders.

  “Can I ask you something?”

  “Anything…as long as I don’t get the feeling you’re stalling.” The Dom’s determined eyes gleamed with purpose and one brow arched as he eyed her.