Divine Charity [Divine Creek Ranch 18] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Heather Rainier

  The mild breeze off the lake caught the ends of her hair and her other senses came alive. She heard the slight splash of a fish catching its dinner from the water’s surface and the distant call of a bird that echoed over the water.

  Justin’s hands were hot as he traced them up the outsides of her arms, causing a sudden shiver to race through her body. Heat streaked across her cheeks and they both chuckled at her intense reaction to his simple touch.

  His caress continued around the curve of her shoulders to her throat until his fingers wrapped delicately around the back of her head. His lips pressed against the underside of her jaw. She arched her back, pressing to him like a magnet against steel, needing to feel him against her as he gently cradled her head in his hands once more. “All mine. Mine to play with however I want to.”

  She clung to his forearms and her eyes stung at the deep well of emotion in his simple words. “Yes.”

  He wrapped his arms around her, lifted her, and then laid her down so her head was at the foot of the chaise. She hooked a calf behind his thigh to keep him close but he loosened her foot and lifted it up to stroke and kiss it.

  Another warm breeze blew across her overheated skin and her heart flip-flopped with a wonderful sensation of déjà vu. Their honeymoon twenty-two years before had been spent in another much smaller cabin somewhere on the other side of Bowie Lake. It’d belonged to his parents at the time and had been the perfect honeymoon spot, especially considering how limited their finances had been back then. They’d opened the bedroom windows that first night and made love with all the eagerness of youth and then had fallen asleep with the lake breeze wafting over their damp skins. They’d sated themselves on each other throughout that first night and in the days to come. Ever since, sleeping with the windows opened when the weather allowed it always gave her sweet dreams.

  A fingertip brushed her lips and she realized Justin had gone still above her. His chuckle came from right above her. “Tell me what makes you smile like that.”

  “Memories of our wedding night.”

  Justin laughed. “And you’re thanking God that I’ve developed more finesse than that horny eighteen-year-old boy?”

  Her voice hitched as she spoke. “No, babe. That was our beginning and one of my sweetest memories.”

  “I hope someday you look back on this night the same way,” he murmured as his lips slid in a hot path down her torso to her abdomen, raising a trail of heat that centered between her legs as she quivered with anticipation. “Remember the picnic table last June?” he murmured as he pressed his lips to the dip between her mound and her upper thigh. “You did as I told you. Remember?”

  “Oh, yeah,” she whispered, letting out a long sigh. “I remember.”

  She was transported back to that hot night. The temps had soared during the day but the real heat had come as the night progressed. Not one to enjoy the sweltering summer all that much, she’d been blissfully ignorant of it after Justin had helped her remove the leather halter she’d had on during the day.

  He’d smiled down at her when she’d turned to him, the steady breeze cooling her bare skin as he’d stroked her collarbone and growled his approval as he’d cupped the underside of her breast before darting a glance around them. They were so perfectly matched. She had a bit of an exhibitionist inside her and the voyeur in him enjoyed times like that when she could let her hair down.

  From the moment she took off her top at such gatherings, he never left her vicinity or got distracted from her. She talked to whoever she wanted to but nobody had ever touched her without her permission. Who would be foolish enough to risk it with six feet seven inches of protective husband towering nearby? They’d have to have a death wish.

  They’d walked around the rally as the sexual heat between them had steadily grown, shining in his eyes and travelling in waves under her skin wherever his gaze or his fingers touched her.

  They’d socialized with their friends from Divine for the rest of the evening. Not wanting to cause any more friction between Beck, Lucy, and Patrick, they’d waited to go over to Dale and Natalie’s RV campsite until after they’d left for home. Dale and Justin had been friends for quite some time and the legendary wild late-night action at their campsite didn’t shock her. She knew who she was there with and that he didn’t share.

  Justin’s tongue trailed a hot, slow path between her pussy lips before rubbing in leisurely strokes against her clit and Charity moaned. The night of the rally, he’d laid her out on the beach towel on the picnic table and removed her leather skirt and drenched cotton panties. She’d been so aroused, both by the erotic atmosphere surrounding them but also because he’d been teasing her all evening with not-so-surreptitious strokes and pinches to her nipples.

  There were as many observing as participating in acts of pleasure around the campsite and he’d told her to close her eyes. She was laid out, nude, ready for whatever he wanted to do to her. Knowing many of those eyes were on her made her body pulse with arousal as she obeyed him and let him lift her feet to his shoulders. The breeze wafted across her overheated flesh, making her pant with excitement at the sensation of being so exposed.

  Justin groaned softly as he stroked her clenching opening with two fingertips and teased her, sliding in and out as he sucked gently at her clit. She reached up to the edge of the chaise for something to hold on to and arched against him the way she had back then. He tugged her labia gently between his teeth and whispered, “I love your sweet little cunt, pretty baby.”

  She smiled and returned the favor, talking dirty to him as she had back then. “I can’t wait for you to sink your big cock inside me, babe. I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t move afterward.”

  “Do you like everyone watching? Knowing they’ll see you come for me?” Justin asked and nipped gently at her pussy.

  Charity gasped and froze, her cunt swelling and trembling at the way he so effortlessly brought her to the edge before letting her ease down, making her wait for her orgasm. Role-playing this late-night memory from the previous year’s ROT Rally was the best idea he’d ever had. “Oh, Justin. Give it to me, please!”

  He chuckled as he kept lapping at her. “Greedy baby.”

  She caressed his long hair, which was draped over her left hip like a silky banner. He’d never done more than trim the ends in all the years they’d been married. It was part of who he was and she loved it and hoped he never cut it off, even when it eventually turned white. He let out a hungry growl and pressed his hands against the backs of her thighs, giving him more room and making her more visible to anyone watching. The thought brought her right back to the edge as he slid his fingers inside her and began teasing her G-spot.

  “Oh!” she crooned as he struck chords in her body like no musical master ever could. She arched and moved with him, the delicious certainty of orgasm cresting inside her, until she was writhing against him, crying out in ecstasy as the climax came in crashing waves. “Yes, Justin! Yes!”

  In a rush of movement, he lifted her limp body up from the chaise and back into his lap. She caught her breath and braced herself into a sitting position as she straddled his hips. She didn’t want to stop, couldn’t even if she’d wanted to. He groaned in approval as she lifted up, positioned his cock, and took just the first couple of inches of him. He’d teased her back then, the same as moments before, and if her memory was serving her correctly, she’d teased him right back.

  Justin let loose a shuddering breath and grasped her upper thighs in his firm but gentle grip. He was strong enough to slam her straight down on his cock if he wanted to, but she knew he wouldn’t. He wanted her to have her moment, too. Knowing that eyes were on her as she ground on the first couple of inches, letting the head slide in and out made her arousal skyrocket. She braced her hands on his chest as she panted, resisting her own urge to take all of him deep inside her. She breathed deep as her cunt bathed his cock with her juices and pulsed with impending orgasm. She managed to hold it off, wanting the mom
ent to last as long as possible before she gave in. When control returned, she leaned down and kissed him, her eyes obediently closed even though she wore a blindfold.

  “Such a good girl,” Justin said with a groan.

  “You know I am, babe,” she agreed as she licked his chest and found a nipple to tongue and play with as she rotated her hips and arched her back, taking a little more of his towering cock inside her. At the rally, complimentary expletives had reached her ears spurring her on until she’d risen up, as she did now, and had taken all of him to the root.

  Gentle hands loosened the ties on the blindfold and removed it, then brushed her hair back from her cheeks as she began to ride him, the pleasure coursing through her in waves as he moved with her. The dampness on their skins combined into a perfume that was beautiful and unique to their lovemaking. She shuddered as the sounds of his cock sinking into her slippery pussy reached her ears, so sensual and erotic. Her cunt burned and tightened as all inhibition deserted her. She opened her eyes, lost in the moment, and looked up into Val and Ransome’s eyes. Their heated nonverbal exchange with her set a blaze inside her that consumed any shred of control she had left.

  Holy fuck, this is some fantasy!

  Without looking away, she rode Justin’s cock with the help of his strong hands until the unbearable tension knotting inside her suddenly snapped and the orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. She threw her head back and cried out in ecstasy, uncaring who heard. The growl in his throat swelled into a roar as he thrust deep, holding her atop him so she wouldn’t topple as he took his own release, spurting his cum deep inside her with throbbing pulses.

  Deep murmurs of pleasure reached her ears as she fell against Justin and gasped for breath. His heart pounded in her ear where she lay, and she smiled at its rapid rhythm. It was a wonderful feeling knowing she could still do that to him. She flexed her hips against his and smiled as he groaned and responded by wrapping his arms tightly around her and thrusting back. The breeze drifted lazily over her sweat-dampened skin as she stroked both his biceps.

  “Pretty baby?”

  “Mmm?” she murmured with eyes still closed, enjoying the shimmering waves of pleasure as the orgasm receded along with the memories and she was left in the afterglow, their bodies still deeply connected.

  Justin cuddled her, kissing her temple, and stroked the back of her head. “Remember telling me you’d do anything for me?”

  “I meant it, babe,” she replied as she opened her eyes and looked up at him. “Anything.”

  As her blurry vision slowly cleared in the darkness, she became aware of two large figures seated in the chaise lounges beside them. She blinked again and the image didn’t disappear, instead they came into focus. Val and Ransome. In the flesh. Staring at her so intensely she felt it on her skin.

  “I want to make your ultimate fantasy come true.”

  She pushed up into a sitting position, reminding her that Justin was still buried deep inside her. “Huh?”

  He brushed loose strands of her hair away from her cheeks. His gaze radiated with tenderness that was echoed in his deep voice. “You’ve waited a long time, baby. And I’m done being a selfish bastard.”

  Chapter Six

  Val sat next to Ransome holding his breath. Waiting for her response. When Justin had levelled with them the month before, he’d envisioned her reacting in all sorts of ways. He hadn’t anticipated the way waiting for her reaction would affect him as she turned her gaze on him.

  The last time he’d seen such vulnerability in her eyes had been twenty-two years ago, the afternoon Val and Ransome had confessed that they wanted her, too. She looked ready to cry, which opened a painful void in his chest. To see her hurting caused him pain. She closed her eyes and then tilted her head downward as though bracing herself. Her shoulders slumped and her hair fell forward to hide her face. So unlike the Charity he loved.

  She finally lifted her gaze to Justin. “No.”

  Cupping her cheeks in his hands, holding her gaze captive, Justin said, “Why?” Val couldn’t understand why Justin smiled at her as though she hadn’t just turned them down.

  She slid one hand up Justin’s chest and stroked his neck. “You have good intentions in fulfilling this fantasy but you don’t realize some fantasies must stay just that. Flights of fancy.”

  Persisting, he held her face and said, “You don’t want them?”

  Val felt a spear of pain in his chest as he waited for her response. He almost wished they’d just maintained the status quo. He glanced at Ransome and saw his pain mirrored in his cousin’s face. What had they been thinking?

  “It’s not a matter of wanting them. You know I do, babe. You know me better than anyone. But look at me.”

  Justin grinned as his thumbs stroked her cheekbones. “Trust me, I am. I’m looking at you and wondering why I didn’t trust my instincts sooner.” Releasing her cheeks, he stroked her chin with his index finger. “Tell them why you don’t want this.”

  “Justin—”

  “Tell them,” he ordered as he stroked her softened nipple, returning it to its former tightened state. “They deserve that much.”

  Val inhaled through the pain and waited, wondering at this sadistic tendency of Justin’s.

  Charity looked at the deck for several seconds and then trapped Val with her gaze. “What would be a fantasy weekend for you would break my heart. The fantasy can’t live up to this reality,” she said as she waved a negligent hand at her torso.

  Ransome shifted and sat forward and placed his elbows on his knees. “What reality are you referring to, Charity?”

  She tilted her head and her eyes begged him to not make her elaborate.

  Justin tweaked her nipple and then shifted beneath her with a groan. Val could only guess at the cause. Her pussy had reacted to the stimulus, even as her breathing grew audible, her emotions rising to the surface. Justin only chuckled when she slapped his hands away as she sat up, her lips firming as she straightened her shoulders.

  “I’ve given birth to two kids and fed them from these breasts,” she said, lowering her hand down her torso to her abdomen. “I have stretch marks. I’ll be thirty-nine this year. You may think you want this fantasy now. We can spend the weekend making love in the candlelight and shadows so you don’t notice all my flaws. But in the end you’ll fall asleep with the fantasy and wake up with Charity.”

  Ransome let out a ragged breath and groaned. “Charity—”

  Charity turned back to Justin with high color in her cheeks and blurted out, “And my fantasy was for much more than a weekend. That’s why it needs to stay a fantasy.”

  Val leaned forward and asked, “What makes you think all we want is a weekend?”

  She held up a hand to stop them. “You could have your pick of women ten years—hell, twenty years younger than me. It turned you on to watch us tonight. I get that. But I never wanted a temporary fling and I don’t think you understand what you’re asking. Don’t you remember?”

  Val reached out and lifted her hand from where it rested on her thigh. Her fingers had grown a little cold and he wrapped them between his big paws as he looked into her eyes and smiled. “Justin had a solid jab, even back then. He’s talked with us about it and things have changed. For him, for all of us.”

  Ransome nodded. “We’re retired now, and done with the lifestyle of bounty hunters, never being home, always on the road. We want to settle here. The fantasy weekend was only meant as an opener, Charity.”

  She shook her head and looked down at Justin and sniffled. “Babe, nothing is worth the risk of hurting you, even you giving me something I really—”

  Justin smiled and interrupted. “Something you really want? Something you’ve always wanted?” He stroked her hips as he flexed beneath her, reminding Val they were still joined from their earlier lovemaking. He shouldn’t have been surprised when his earlier raging arousal flared to life, stiffening his cock until he had to sit back to make room or risk being pinched.
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br />   She let out a gasp and then sighed. “No fantasy, no matter how much I want it, is worth risking you getting the impression you’re not enough to keep me happy, Justin. I’d never want you to feel like you weren’t enough.” The way her voice broke made Val’s need to protect flare to life but this was between Justin and Charity.

  Justin grinned. “And what if that wasn’t an issue?”

  “And why wouldn’t it be an issue?” she asked, a frown knitting her brow.

  “Your sister has achieved what many people believe is impossible. So have quite a number of our friends. Babe, when you want something, you’re the most determined woman I know. Why would you believe it would work out for Grace and not for you? I love you. I love you so much it makes my heart ache. The only thing that makes my heart ache more is seeing you wanting what you think you can’t have.”

  Her cheeks grew rosy and she lowered her head again. “I thought I hid it better.”

  Justin chuckled as he stroked her hips again. They seemed to be having some sort of unspoken conversation as he flexed his hips again and smiled at her. “I know you better than anyone else. You said so yourself. The one who needed to change was me. Let us give this to you. Not just for the weekend. You already know in your heart that it would be good.”

  “But—”

  “And regarding all that bullshit about you being decrepit and on the verge of falling apart,” Justin said in a steely tone. “You keep that shit up and my itchy palm is going to spank your gorgeous ass. We clear?”

  Val’s tension eased as she chuckled and wiggled her hips and said, “Very clear. But what about Beau and Justine?”

  Justin stopped her movements with a rippling groan and said, “I’m getting hard for you again, babe, and finding it difficult to concentrate.” When she nodded, he lifted her from his lap, gently withdrawing his thick cock from her glistening pussy. The sight made Val even harder which surprised him a little. “I’ve overheard the kids talking about us.”