Three Men and a Woman: Evangeline (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rachel Billings

  Or not.

  Briggs rolled off of her but kept hold of one hand. Chase turned onto his side and slid his hand around her waist. Evangeline couldn’t move, still laid out prostrate on the bed.

  Giovanni—by the looks of him, the one who might be the first to be interested in another round—lifted his head.

  “Were you in her pussy, Briggs?”

  Briggs was still gone, but Chase answered for him. “Yeah, he was.”

  “I want to know if anyone’s fucked her ass.”

  Briggs grunted, “Not quite,” at the same moment Chase said, “Yeah.”

  Giovanni pushed up and rolled off the side of the bed. “Goddammit, Ev. Why the fuck did you leave before I was done with you?” He walked around to the foot of the bed. He grabbed both her ankles and separated them. Evangeline shuddered, her body sure what was coming before it happened.

  With a strong tug, he pulled her down the bed. He brought her further by moving his hands to her thighs, pulling until he had her bent over the edge of the bed. He held her spread open and he pushed up against her center. His cock was hard again, lying against her pussy.

  Evangeline groaned in anxious anticipation.

  Something—his finger? thumb?—circled her anus. It dipped in, teasing, testing. His voice was low, dark, when he spoke. “This will go easier for you if you have some lube. But easy or hard, it’s going to happen.”

  He made his point with a full thrust into her. Thumb. Definitely thumb.

  She shivered, surprised again at the pleasure she took in stimulation of her ass. She lifted her head toward Chase and nodded at the bedside table. “Second drawer,” she said.

  Of course he found all of her supplies there, and with a lift of his eyebrow, he showed Giovanni her vibrator.

  “Yeah, that’ll be good. Bring that, too.”

  Chase tossed the lube over then came to crouch on the bed by her shoulder. His cock was stirring, hanging down nearly to her face.

  But Giovanni distracted her. He put the lube right at her opening and shot some in. She wailed a bit at the cold jolt.

  Chase appeared to be watching. He knew what was going to happen next before she did. “Go ahead, man. Take her. She likes it.”

  Evangeline was breathing hard, moaning even before it happened. And then not just moaning but screeching as Giovanni abruptly shoved in.

  He was stretching her. Not deep, but the widest part of him distending her.

  Oh, oh. Chase was right. She did like it. It was so compelling, so owning. She liked being taken that way, liked giving over to their possession.

  Giovanni huffed, full of pleasure even when he’d just worked the head of his cock in. It turned Chase on, too. His cock was thrust up now, and he was urging Gio on. “Do it. Do it. Fuck her, Gi.”

  Giovanni grunted and followed Chase’s instruction. Slowly, steadily, he pushed all the way in. “Fuck, that’s good, Ev. Fuck.”

  When he was all the way in he paused, breathing hard. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging in to hold her. “Jesus.”

  “Lift her up,” Chase urged. “Let me get at her.”

  Between the two of them, they lifted her top half up off the bed. The motion brought her down further on Gio’s cock, and she groaned. Briggs lifted his head to watch and put his hand on his cock, stroking himself. Then Chase nudged in front of her. He held her head back with a grip in her hair and kissed her. He dug in, tonguing her.

  Then the sound of the vibrator drew her attention. Her breasts were suspended in front of Chase. He touched her there, setting the vibrator lightly against her nipples.

  Evvie jerked and twitched. It was shocking, overwhelming, the stimulation of Gio’s big cock reaming her ass and then the exquisite torture at her nipples.

  Her response seemed to drive Gio. He started fucking into her, long strokes through the tight ring of her ass. Even with the lube, it pulled at her, gritty and grinding. He grunted, and she started panting.

  “Here.” Briggs got to his knees and took the vibrator. Chase kept kissing her and used his hand on her breast now, light slaps and then flicks at her nipple.

  Briggs took the vibrator to her pussy. He ran it over her clit until she was weeping. Gio humped into her hard and fast. They were both nearly there when Briggs took the vibrator and shoved it into her cunt.

  Gio hollered, no doubt feeling the vibrations through her body. He slammed hard into her, thrusting deep, and she felt the spurts of his cum. She was overcome, surrendering to the excess of stimulation.

  She cried out, convulsing, overwhelmed by it. That big cock emptying deep inside, the touches, the vibration. Each breath was a wail, each shudder a wracking, consuming devastation.

  Gio collapsed on top of her, his weight sinking more onto her with each harsh breath. His cock was still in her ass, softer now but still there, still big.

  Then, not gently, he pulled out. Or was pulled out. Briggs was there, nudging Gio aside.

  “I want it, too, baby. I need it. Let me fuck your ass.”

  Yes, she said, yes. She wasn’t sure she’d managed to say the word out loud, but she moaned in helpless permission.

  He shoved into her, a long grunt expressing his satisfaction. He humped into her hard, growling all the while, like a caveman claiming his woman.

  Evangeline just lay there and took it. Bent over the bed, her legs were really too weak to support her weight. But no matter, that cock up her ass held her, each thrust shoving her up, keeping her suspended. One of the guys lay over her on the bed, securing her under her arms, holding her in place.

  That was Gio, because she realized Chase stood beside Briggs, waiting his turn.

  They both did it, one after another. They fucked her in the ass, hard, slamming thrusts followed by deep, howling comes.

  Evangeline’s body had reached its limit. She didn’t come again, just passively let them have her. But she loved it anyway, loved their hard taking, loved the way they filled her, loved accepting their cum high up in her ass.

  In the most basic, base way, they marked her as theirs. And she accepted.

  * * * *

  Evvie was all but unconscious when Chase emptied himself into her. Clearly, she’d had it when Gio finished in her ass, the three of them working her, driving over the fucking top. She’d collapsed after, done in.

  But still, she’d taken it, when Briggs had shoved that big dick of his in. He’d asked her consent, kind of, though they could claim she’d given it only by virtue of the fact that she hadn’t swatted him away.

  Somehow, that had been the hottest thing yet, watching Briggs ass fuck her while she passively accepted it, then doing the same thing himself. Nothing had said she belonged to them like that. Nothing ever would.

  He had to admit he loved to ass fuck a woman—he’d said so to Ev, in a way he’d realized was not particularly gentlemanly, that Sunday morning. Rightly or wrongly, he loved that concession, that submission. Somehow it spoke to the animal in his soul, the Neanderthal. If a woman let you up her ass, she was saying you owned her. She was yours.

  It was a thing that had always deeply satisfied him. And when the woman was Evvie, well, that fucking beat all. It felt like his head exploded in that wild orgasm. It was a fucking wild ride to ream her, to blast his cum into her ass, just after Gio and then Briggs had done the same thing.

  And that passive deal, something about that really sent him. Not to say he didn’t love it when Evvie was bucking away, riding a fuck. Their little girl had turned into an incredible sex toy. She clearly loved getting fucked by her guys. She was sweet and loving at the same time she was amazingly responsive and into hot, flailing fucking.

  But that last thing, letting them have her ass when she was all fucked out, submitting, offering herself to that, well, that was some shit. Some hot shit. Freaking beyond all.

  They’d all known it. He’d seen it in Briggs’s eyes when he pulled out and Chase took his place, in Gio’s when he’d finished blasting into her.
r />   She was their girl.

  Gio had gently pulled her up on the bed when Chase had finally fucked himself out. He’d tugged up a light blanket up and covered her. She curled into his arms and dozed.

  “Downstairs,” Chase murmured, and the other two nodded. He pulled on his shirt and took a minute to wash up. He guessed they did the same, joining him in the living room one at a time a couple minutes later.

  He looked at his friends. After a little quiet moment, he started. “Well,” he said. “That was…unexpected. And spectacular. But where do we go from here?”

  Giovanni had a quick answer. “We don’t go anywhere. We stay right where we are. More of the same.”

  Briggs glanced at Gio then met Chase’s gaze. “I don’t want to give her up. Do you?”

  Chase sighed. “No. Fuck no. But we can’t all have her.”

  “Why not?” Gio asked. “She’s willing. You know she is.”

  Chase shook his head. “It’s not right. You know it wouldn’t be. We can’t let her—”

  “Don’t you think we should be past letting her or not letting her do something? She’s an adult, not our little girl anymore. I think she should make her own decisions.”

  Dammit, he hated it when Gio made sense. “But you know where it’s coming from. She was a needy, abandoned little girl when she fell in love with us. We were heroes to her. She thinks we saved her. Clearly, she’s never gotten past that.”

  “And do you think we have the right to force her past it?” Briggs looked from one to the other. “Is that our—responsibility?” He lounged back in the chair he’d taken. “How would we do it, in any case? You said you don’t want to give her up. I don’t, either. And Gio obviously isn’t going to.”

  “What else would work? We let her have three lovers?”

  “There’s that ‘let’ thing again.”

  “She’s a single mom, Gi. How would it look, her having three men banging her?”

  “Why do we have to care how it looks? What matters is how we feel.”

  Chase clutched his head in frustration. “And how is that, exactly?”

  “I love her.” As always, Giovanni was easy, uncomplicated. “I want her. If you guys want her, too, I’m willing to, what? Take turns? Share?”

  “It’s not unheard of,” Briggs commented. “You see it occasionally in Hollywood. A man with a couple of women. Or, sometimes, men sharing one woman. It’s called a ménage.”

  “That’s California,” Chase pointed out. “And we’re talking about the mother of our child.”

  * * * *

  Evangeline smiled at that. Their child. Just the way she thought of Maisy. She might have objected to a lot of what she’d heard when she’d padded silently down the stairs. But she loved hearing that.

  She’d been aware when Gio had left her bed, had heard, even, when Chase instructed them to meet downstairs. She’d have loved nothing better than to stay where she was, loved into oblivion, tucked in her bed.

  But she knew her guys, knew they’d be down there deciding her fate for her. So she dragged herself out of bed, cleaned up a bit in the bathroom, and pulled on a little camisole and short skirt combo. And nothing else.

  She stepped quietly into the room, taking a fine moment to enjoy the view. Her three guys. They’d tucked their remarkable man parts back into their jeans—she didn’t think a one of them had gotten any further than unzipping enough to get down to business. Each had pulled on his shirt, but none had bothered to button up. They lounged in her deep leather chairs, their long, lean legs and muscled abs a sight to see.

  An embarrassment of riches, to be sure.

  Giovanni was the first to see her. He leapt up and came and took her hand. “Baby.” He kissed it and pulled her back to his chair.

  Evangeline was entirely sure that he expected to tuck her into his lap and snuggle her up.

  He was so sweet. And she’d have been happy to do it, to be there, warm and loved.

  But she needed to be on her feet for this, so she tugged her hand back. Giovanni stopped, like a puppy disappointed he didn’t get to play.

  She smiled but nudged him into his chair, then turned to face Chase.

  “Giovanni is right. You don’t get to decide my life for me.”

  He tugged at a curl, the same habit Maisy had.

  “Tell us what you want, Evvie.”

  “I told you. I love you all. I won’t choose.”

  “Sweetheart,” Chase said. He stood and walked to her. He came close but seemed to know not to touch. “Those are the feelings you had as a child. No one had loved you, no one cared for you, until you met us. It would be natural to grow up thinking you loved us. But how realistic is that now?”

  Evvie shrugged. “It’s what is. I’m not a child. Don’t treat me like one.”

  “We can’t all be with you,” he said. “Imagine how it would be. How would we explain it to Maisy? To her community and yours? This isn’t California.”

  “It could be,” Briggs pointed out. “You could easily get a job there, Chase. Gio can fly out of almost anywhere. And it doesn’t matter where Evvie and I work from, right, babe?”

  Evvie stopped to think. No, her work didn’t require her to stay in the Finger Lakes area. But she and Maisy had a home there, and family, at least of the heart.

  Chase chimed in before Evvie formed an answer. “You’re jumping too far ahead, Briggs. I think we need to give it some time before we start uprooting people. Maisy has lived here since she was born, is that right, Ev?”

  She nodded. It was true, and it meant something to both of them.

  “We should all be thinking of her first.” He looked pointedly at her. Yes, he was right. She of all of them should consider what was best for her daughter.

  “And, Evvie, you should consider this, too. Gio’s halfway to an idiot, and he’s likely as not to act before he thinks. Briggs goes for days at a time without coming out of whatever book he’s working on, and even when he does, he doesn’t necessarily see what goes on in the real world. You spend a little time with them, you, as an adult woman and a responsible mother, and the shine might wear off a bit. You’re not just a wide-eyed girl hungry for love from whoever offers it anymore.”

  Briggs had gotten to his feet halfway through that rant. “Chase forgot to say he acts like he has a stick up his ass most of the time and doesn’t remember how to have fun anymore. That could get old fast.”

  “I didn’t forget,” Chase countered. “I just knew I could rely on you to point out my faults.” He turned again to Evvie. “My point is the same, sweetheart. You love us for what we were to you in the past. Obviously we were important to you, and you to us. But that’s not the same as being in love, as having responsible, grown-up, caring relationships.”

  “That’s psychobabble bullshit. Evvie.” Giovanni strode to her and put his hand at her waist. “Marry me now. That’s the best way.”

  “No!” Evangeline suppressed the urge to tear at her hair. She tugged away from Giovanni and turned her back on them all. When she reached the window to the back fields, saw the neat, enduring rows of vines, she calmed. After a moment, she drew a deep breath and faced them again. She looked at Gio first and spoke gently. “I’m sorry, Giovanni.” Then she looked at the others. “This can’t work. I can’t choose, and I can’t stop loving each of you. It was okay when you were away, when I didn’t see you. I could do that. I can’t do this. You have to go away again. All of you. Go find your own lives.”

  The thought of it made her want to cry.

  Two weeks ago, she’d been perfectly happy alone with Maisy. These three men were her foundation, critical to the happiness and stability of her life, but essentially out of view.

  Now, she wanted all of them, felt like she couldn’t live without them. For the first time ever, they were breaking her heart.

  She’d taken three men into her body, and she would never stop wanting them. She had to wonder if Fancy’s slut genes, after years of dormancy, hadn’t
just decided to bloom and shine.

  Briggs walked close to her, close enough that she felt his heat even though he didn’t touch. “We can’t, Ev. For one of us, part of our lives is right here, growing up without a father. We have to think of Maisy and our responsibility. And I can’t, because I want to be with you. I want to—need to—learn what we can make happen between us.”

  “So do I.” Giovanni.

  She looked at Chase, and he nodded.

  “I can’t do it.” Evangeline rubbed her arms, feeling a chill she knew was all psychic. “You’ll make me feel like a whore.”

  Briggs put his hands over hers, warming her with ridiculous ease. “Did you feel like a whore, Ev, upstairs, when we were all loving you?”

  No, she hadn’t. And he knew it, even though she didn’t answer.

  “We’ll come back here, one of us, or two, or all three of us. You’ll let us in. And we’ll love you, in any way you want, and you won’t feel like a whore.”

  It was hopeless. Any protest was doomed to fail because her heart wasn’t in it. She nodded. It was true. If they came, she would let them in. She would love them and let them love her. She would never say no.

  She really, really hoped she wouldn’t feel like a whore.

  Briggs went on. “Anytime this doesn’t work for you, you say so. Anytime you want to call a halt, or make a choice, all you have to do is say the word.”

  “If I say the word now?” Could she? Could she tell them to go away and really mean it?

  “Is that what you’re doing? Is that what you want?”

  She couldn’t look into those green eyes and lie. “No.” She sighed. “Okay. We’ll try it.”

  Giovanni walked closer. “What about Maisy?”

  Chase answered. “Let’s give it a while, don’t you think, Ev? I mean, we all want to know her, to be with her, but if…”

  Giovanni got where he was going. “If one of us becomes her dad and the others her uncles—”