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

by Rachel Billings

  “Yeah, yeah.” Chase didn’t need it spelled out.

  “I’m willing to work here tomorrow. I’ll come down in the afternoon.”

  “Maisy will be getting off the bus. You’ll drive all that way for a quickie?”

  Briggs grinned and lifted one eyebrow. Of course he would. Chase would, too. They were talking about Evvie, for one, and for two, nothing was going to be all that quick.

  But then Briggs sobered. “I love her.”

  Chase nodded. Yeah, there was the rub.

  “You should call and check with her. She’s working on a manuscript she has to get finished. I know she works after Maisy goes to bed, but she might not have it done. She maybe won’t have the morning to do what you want to do. We shouldn’t presume, anyway.”

  Yeah. They shouldn’t presume. “I’ll talk to her.”

  Chapter Nine

  However crazy he thought it might be to consider what he was considering, it was all over the moment Chase stood on her porch and watched Evvie open the door to him.

  She lit up. Like he was her long-lost love. Like he was the center of her world, and she’d been spinning rudderless without him.

  Evvie love. It was there, and it was for him.

  She pushed aside the screen door and opened her arms to him at the same time. “Chase,” she said. Like he was it for her.

  He dropped his reasonable, rational worries like they were a woolen mantle he didn’t need in the summer of her arms. He stepped in—into her house, into her arms, into her.

  “Ev.”

  She held him and settled her head on his shoulder. He ducked his head, rubbing his jaw into her hair, and they breathed the same air.

  “I’ve missed you.”

  They both said it, the words in sync like they’d practiced for chorus.

  He lifted a little to look at her. She looked back, entirely present, entirely guileless.

  “Yes,” she said. “I have.”

  His rational brain doubted. She’d had Briggs here each day, likely welcoming him in the same way, obviously not holding back from physically expressing her love for him.

  But his heart knew. Yeah, she loved Briggs. But she fucking loved him, too. He knew it, had always known it.

  “I believe you.”

  She smiled—more of that light—and tilted, offering her mouth.

  He was no fucking idiot.

  He took what she offered. He touched softly at first, a contact of lips that meant the world, that reconnected them.

  When he’d called the previous evening, she’d given him the same kind of response. Of course, of course she wanted him to come. Yes, she had work, but she promised she’d finish it that night before she went to bed.

  He took her at her word. If he had to, he’d edit whatever damn thing she was working on himself in order to spend the next few hours with her.

  It appeared that neither one of them was patient with just that soft touch. He brushed his lips harder against hers, a motion that she matched. He was inside her soon, tasting her mouth, delving deep. She accepted, welcoming the thrust of his tongue, letting him have her.

  He cock was filling, nosing around trying to find its way out of his pants to a better place. He moved his hands down her body, grasped her hips and held her, giving his stupid dick something to nudge into. Murmuring his appreciation, he soothed one hand around to her ass.

  “God, this feels good, sweetheart.”

  “Um-hmm. Do you need something?” she asked between kisses. “Coffee? Breakfast?”

  “There’s nothing in the world I need more than what we’re doing right here. Are you okay with it? Are you—”

  “I’m not ever going to be tired of this, Chase. I’m not ever going to not want to make love with you.”

  He looked at her again, wondering if that was a thing he could trust. His dick told him to stop being a dick and get on with it.

  He moved his hand to cup her face and then slid it down to cover her breast. Massaging her with his palm, he watched her eyes. When he felt her nipple press into his hand like a hard berry, he strummed his thumb over it. Then he took it between thumb and finger and rolled it.

  She liked it all—the soft touch of her face, the way he covered her breast. She looked back at him, her gaze warm. And then hot, as he took her nipple, and hotter as he got a little more aggressive with it.

  She liked that very much. Leaning into him, her head falling back, she gave over to it. He put his lips on her neck, giving little kisses and nips. Then sucking, leaving marks as he worked her harder. He put his hand on her ass, squeezing.

  The little witch wore a short skirt and nothing underneath it. In a split second he had his hand on bare skin. He grasped her hard, then moved down her cleft.

  He put his middle finger over the first interesting thing he got to and lifted up to look at her. She wore a little cotton tank. Taking hold of the strap, and not caring if binding at the neckline tore a bit, he tugged it down her arm.

  With really excellent results. A sweet little demi-bra cupped her breast but left her nipple bare. It was nice and rosy already from the way he’d been working it through the shirt. She had one hell of a beautiful tit.

  She’d had her eyes closed, lost in that sexual haze that seemed to take her so easily. But she opened up when he’d torn at her shirt and was watching him now.

  He kissed her hard once and grabbed her nipple again. “Keep looking at me,” he said. “Keep looking.”

  He pinched her nipple, and she might have had to work a little to focus.

  “You like it hard, don’t you? When I work your tit hard?”

  “Yes,” she said. She swayed, causing a bit more tug herself. “Yes.”

  “And this?” He pressed his middle finger in, just entering her. “You like this, too.”

  She shuddered and moaned, rocking like she was asking for more. “Yes, yes.”

  He gave her what she wanted, sinking his finger into her ass. She jerked and cried out, shivering herself down on his finger.

  She was an incredible fuck, unbelievably into it, and so fucking easy.

  He steadied her ass for a minute so he could shove his thigh in between her legs. “Make way for me.”

  He shoved a little more, and she made room, letting him push up against her cunt.

  “Take your shirt down so I can see your other tit.”

  She appeared not to care too much about her wardrobe either, tugging hard enough that the neckline ripped a little.

  “That’s it. Lean back and let me see them. Arch a little. Show them off for me.”

  Like a freaking sex slave, she did what he asked. Arching her back, she shoved her tits out, firm and full, a fucking glorious sight to see. He grabbed at her other nipple, giving it a little fair play, then went from one to the other, rolling and tugging at them.

  “Now put your fingers down and touch your clit.”

  “Chase.”

  “Do it, Ev.”

  Of course she would, even if she was a little self-conscious about it. She would do what he asked. Very bravely, she kept her gaze on his as she moved her fingers down. She had to lift away from his thigh a little to manage it, but then, when he nodded her on, she settled back against him, her fingers tucked between.

  “Good girl. Now make yourself come.”

  She whimpered a bit.

  “Evvie.” He reamed his finger into her and gave one nipple a good jerk. “Come on, baby.”

  He kept working her, ass and tit, and she was such a hot bitch she couldn’t hold back. Tentatively at first, she started rocking against her fingers. He could just barely feel it with his thigh when she started rubbing herself.

  “Good girl. Good girl. Keep going.”

  “Mmm. Chase. Chase.”

  He reamed her some more. “You like my finger in your ass, don’t you baby? Tell me.”

  “Yes,” she said. “Yes.”

  Her breath was all ratchety and hot now, her body tense.

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��You want more.”

  “Hmm.”

  She was too far gone to know what he was saying.

  “Two fingers, baby.”

  She might not have heard what he said, but she felt what he did. Her eyes opened wide, and she screeched a little as he shoved a second finger in.

  He fucked her with them, rhythmically shoving into that tight space, driving her on.

  It was fucking hot as hell, hearing her little mews of surprise and discomfort turn to hot, needy exclamations. She rocked hard, jiggling her tits, making him work them harder. She humped his leg, giving herself more pleasure.

  “Come, Evvie. Do it. Do it for me.”

  She couldn’t say no to it. She practically collapsed, held up by his leg shoved up under her pussy, his fingers sunk into her ass, and the one arm she slung around his neck. She shook all over, making the most of every bit of stimulation she was getting, both his and her own.

  She chanted his name, crying out until it was a scream, a hoarse, sustained wail of orgasm. Moaning and shuddering, she crumpled, falling into him.

  “Good girl,” he said. “Good girl.”

  He soothed her, sliding his fingers out of her ass and easing up on her tit. She was tucked into him, still whimpering. He let her have a couple minutes, then he took her earlobe in his teeth and nipped to get her attention.

  “Now go over there and put your hands on the back of the sofa. Step away until you’re bent ninety degrees at the waist. If you walk around naked under that hot little skirt, you’re gonna have to expect to get fucked.”

  * * * *

  He left her there waiting. She’d lifted her head to look at him after his stern, uncompromising instruction. He looked back coolly, expectantly, letting her know she was playing with the big boys now.

  Chase stayed where he was as Evvie followed his bidding. She knew he watched, expecting her compliance. Her little swing skirt was short, and she didn’t mistake what his intent was. When she rested her hands on the couch, she moved back, way back, so her arms were stretched out and her back was flat, parallel to the floor. Bent that way, her skirt didn’t stand a chance of covering her ass. He was getting a good damn glimpse of her pussy.

  He walked over and stood behind her. Without touching her, he took hold of her skirt on either side, lifted it up, and draped it over her lower back.

  Now she was complete bare to him.

  “Spread your legs a little.”

  He’d kicked out of the leather sandals he’d worn and put one of his bare feet between hers. He nudged, one foot then the other, until she was spread just as he wanted.

  “Now arch your back. Present your cunt to me.”

  Evangeline shuddered. She liked that little twist of domination. Giovanni was playful and would boss her around out of a pure heart, enthusiastic for his pleasure or hers. Briggs was more intense and thoughtful. He guarded his heart, but he was a very caring man and had a deep need for love that showed in his lovemaking.

  Chase had a little dark side. He was brilliant and mildly calculating and would always consider what was in a situation for him. He enjoyed being in control and would like expressing a little mastery.

  He’d get pleasure from having her submit.

  So he positioned her, exposed her, and left her waiting.

  Evangeline didn’t object. His cool instructions, his wicked urges aroused her. She’d barely recovered from that first, driving orgasm, and already her body was heated and primed for more. Her breasts, still exposed, were swollen, the tips achy. Her pussy was wet, needy.

  Chase walked away from her. He went to the downstairs powder room and left the door open while he ran water at the sink. He was washing his hands and letting her know it. His fingers had been in her ass and now he was going to use them on her again, whenever, wherever he wanted.

  Without speaking he came and stood behind her—and stood, and stood. She bit her lip to keep from whimpering, but she knew what he saw. She couldn’t hold back. His presence there, with her so exposed and submissive, was incredibly provocative. Against her will, her cunt clenched, probably her ass, too, spasming in need. He gave a little grunt of satisfaction, pleased with that physical display of her desire.

  Silently he reached between her legs and grasped her clit. She jerked with the shock of it and couldn’t hold back a gasp. For long moments he did nothing but keep her in a firm grip.

  It was wickedly erotic, that silent domination. Without any further stimulation than that hold on her clit, Evangeline’s breath started huffing out. Tension thrummed through her body, and involuntarily she arched more.

  She’d done what he’d instructed—commanded—when he’d told her to present her pussy to him. She arched her spine, tilting her pelvis so her cunt was open to him, flaunted. Like a she-wolf to her alpha, she’d submitted.

  She gave him more now, sinking her spine lower, offering all.

  Still he did nothing more than keep his grasp on her. Her offer meant nothing. He was in charge.

  Finally, subtly, he started drawing on her clit. Just gentle tugs as first, but enough to make her whimper. Then more—longer, harder pulls. Evangeline was powerless to resist. Excitement shivered through her, and her breath caught, each exhalation now a needy moan.

  Then it stopped. He took his hand away. She groaned in frustration, and, mindlessly, her body flexed, rocking, seeking.

  He stood for a moment and then walked away.

  She huffed a needy, dissatisfied breath and let her head hang.

  She didn’t move otherwise. He’d given her no further instruction, and she instinctively knew she was meant to stay as she was.

  He was gone for a while. She heard him go upstairs, and she was certain of where he went and what he was doing. He was in her room, rummaging around in that second drawer of her bedside table.

  There were some new items there now. On her own, she hadn’t explored beyond a couple erotic novels and a basic vibrator. But on Wednesday, Briggs had brought along a little shopping bag. His tastes were more exotic. There were some things they hadn’t tried yet, and certain items she wasn’t even sure what to do with.

  Thinking of the things Chase would find there, and what he would do with them, kept a nervous hum running through her body.

  When he came back, he patted her ass and said, “Good girl, Evvie.”

  There. His little stamp of approval for her good behavior.

  “Briggs went shopping, didn’t he?”

  “Yes.”

  He walked past her to the table at the far end of the couch. He made a little production of setting his treasures there, clattering each one down onto the table so she’d hear. One. Two. Three. Four.

  “Have you been enjoying his purchases?”

  “Yes.” She was enjoying this, too, his wicked teasing about it, but she didn’t admit that out loud.

  “It looks like he has a fondness for things that vibrate. I especially like the looks of these.”

  He was standing at her side now, and he ran something over her nipple.

  She knew right away what it was—a vibrating nipple clamp. Covered in velvet, it had a spring like a clothespin, opening to fit around a nipple then biting down with good pressure. A tiny switch turned on the vibrator.

  She had the experience to know it was wildly stimulating.

  And there were two of them.

  Soon, they were both applied to her nipples. He put them in place, taking exquisite care, tugging on her nipples to elongate them before attaching the clamps. Once they were in place, he palmed her, massaging with his hands, working the clamps to intensify their effect. Then he turned on the vibration.

  He stayed at her side, talking to her as he casually worked open his fly. “You like that, baby, don’t you? You love to have your nipples stimulated, don’t you? I noticed that the first morning we fucked. You have a lot of erogenous zones, babe, but nothing turns you on faster than getting your tits worked over. “

  He was right, damn him. And he knew exa
ctly what it was doing to her, having those clamps nipping down, vibrating. He made matters worse. His cock was out now, hard and hot, and he ran it over her. He took it along her ribs, then slid it under her until he found the tip of her nipple with it. He circled there, rubbing her nipple, sharing the vibration.

  “That’s good, baby, isn’t it?”

  Oh, yes. Yes, it was.

  “Chase.”

  “I know, baby. You need me to fuck you, don’t you?” He put one hand on her ass, gripping, rubbing his thumb over her until he brought it to a hard pinch. “It’s all good, baby. We’re getting to that.”

  He stepped away to the table. When he came back, he stood behind her. “Get ready for this, baby.”

  But there was no readying when she didn’t know what was coming. She felt sudden pressure at her anus and cried out with the quick, hard jolt of cold lube spurting into her.

  “Good girl.” He walked away again. From the table came the sound of a switch, and then her vibrator hummed. “Cock and vibrator, babe. You’re going to get fucked with both. Which do you want in your pussy?”

  “Chase.”

  He moved behind her again. “My cock’s big and hard, baby. Tell me where to put it. Hurry. I need to fuck you. Tell me. Cunt?”

  “Yes.”

  “Say it.”

  “Fuck me.” He nudged her—that wasn’t enough. “In the cunt. Fuck me. With your cock in my cunt.”

  “Good girl. My first choice, too.” He put his cock at her opening and pressed in as she groaned in blessed relief. He didn’t give it all to her, though. He stopped when he’d just breached her, leaving her stretched around that big cockhead.

  “You know where this is going, don’t you?” He had the vibrator in his hand and stroked it along her side, then down her belly. And then, of course, to her clit.

  “Yes.” She shuddered at the pleasure he gave her there.

  “Say it.”

  “In my ass.”

  “That’s right. You want it there, don’t you?”

  “Yes. Yes. Please, Chase.”