Maizy the Bear Charmer [Divine Creek Ranch 16] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Heather Rainier

  “And Spencer is putting an antique tub in there with a water supply.”

  He showed her the waterline, which they’d had installed a few weeks earlier. “Once construction is complete, we’ll put in the tub, finish the plumbing work, and then install the built-ins.”

  “Built-ins?”

  Heath gave her an evil grin and said, “You’ll see, baby. Spencer told me you have a green thumb.”

  Tease! “You could say that.”

  “We’d like you to consider putting in some plantings around the deck for us. We’d do the work of course.”

  “I don’t mind getting my hands dirty,” she said as he led her back to the covered porch.

  “I know you don’t but I’d rather you save your energy for designing and propagating. He said you could do that.” He motioned to her to stand between his knees as he sat in a patio chair. “Let’s get some sunscreen on you.”

  She grinned at him as he started out stroking the sunscreen over her arms and her legs, working it into her as if he were massaging her. When he worked the quadriceps in her right leg she groaned.

  “Are you sore?”

  “A little, from activity I wasn’t used to.”

  He grinned as he worked the large muscle. “Part of what makes the climax so sweet is the great muscle tension building up to the release.”

  She sighed blissfully. “I’ll say.” She turned for him and he worked more sunscreen into her back, stroking the curve of her spine that led down to the upper swell of her ass. She really did have a great ass. Curvy and round, and a perfect fit for his hands. She gasped when he stroked a bit of the sunscreen up the back of her thigh and slid his fingers beneath the bottom edge of the suit.

  “Don’t want this sweet little booty getting sunburned, do we?”

  “N–No. Why is it the three of you always take your time with foreplay? Don’t get me wrong. The build-up is unbelievable. It’s just taking time to get used to.”

  “Spencer said you asked about that last night, too. We do things differently because we want different results than we’ve always gotten. We don’t want relationships that turn out to be temporary. We don’t want ‘friends with benefits’ arrangements. And we don’t want one-night stands anymore. We want more.”

  “Do you have any idea how odd it sounds for three men to all feel that way, especially three really hot, totally gorgeous, really passionate and loving men?”

  “I know. It didn’t happen overnight. But when the realization hit, it was a life-changer.”

  “Will you tell me?”

  “I’d rather not. It’s not a very complimentary story to tell.”

  “What? Do you have a child running around somewhere in the world with your eyes or your smile.”

  “No. At least I don’t think so. I hope not, but I’d want to know if I did. I take responsibility, baby.”

  “I believe you. Please tell me.”

  He gently turned her and stood to rub sunscreen on her chest. She smiled at him when he used his fingertips and stroked some into her cleavage, too, and let her have a bit in her palm to dab on her nose and forehead. “Can you swim?” She nodded and then squealed a second later when he scooped her up into his arms and tossed her into the pool.

  She came up sputtering and laughing and sent her arm out in an arc, splashing him with a big spray of water. He dove in and surfaced beside her and she said, “For that, you owe me your story.”

  He crowded in to her and nuzzled her cheekbone and slid his hands around her hips. “Even if it makes you uncomfortable to hear it? I don’t want that. I wanted us to have a romantic evening, just the two of us and rehashing my romantic past—our romantic past—wasn’t what I had in mind.”

  “You don’t have to take long in the telling. But if you want something with me that lasts, then I should know at least a few details about how you came to be who you are, right?” She swam to the edge of the pool and held on to the edge until he floated up to her and slid an arm around her supple waist.

  “Put your arms around me. I won’t let you go under.”

  After she did as he asked, he treaded water while holding her. “We fell in love a few years ago.”

  “All three of you? With the same woman?” The uncertainty in her eyes almost made him stop telling the story. But she was right in saying she should know.

  He nodded. “She was different than anyone we’d ever met. Bubbly. Beautiful. Hardworking. Just an all-around great girl. When I say we fell in love, I mean we fell hard. But she wouldn’t date us—any of us—because we worked with her at the Dollhouse in Morehead.”

  “The gentleman’s club? I remember someone telling me you’d worked there. Was she a dancer?” she asked cautiously.

  “Yes.” He noticed her slight frown and he continued. “She took her clothes off for a living but she had other goals. She was a college student. She planned to quit dancing once she got her degree and had earned enough money for a trip to Europe.”

  “So dancing was never more than a means to an end for her?”

  “Yes. Anyway, she turned us down anytime we asked her out. She wouldn’t date someone she worked with, and she had a valid reason. We didn’t pester her about it and wound up dating other girls in the club and she wound up dating a dancer from another club. She got her business degree and moved on and we tried to forget her…tried being the operative word. A couple of years later we found out she’d moved to Divine and was making use of that college degree, working as the assistant manager at the Dancing Pony.”

  “I’ve only been in there just that one time, on Halloween, and we didn’t stay very long. You’re talking about Camilla, aren’t you?”

  “Yeah, that’s her. We talked about it, after finding out where she was, and we admitted that we all thought of her as the one who got away. We still loved her, so we decided to pay her a visit.”

  “Yeah?” she asked sympathetically.

  “We remembered about her ‘never mix business with pleasure’ rule and when we noticed the possessive vibes her boss and supervisor threw off, we figured it was a good thing. Protective, you know? The Pony gets damn busy on the weekends and a lot of those guys were bound to know she’d been an exotic dancer and we liked that these two guys watched out for her.”

  “Oh.”

  “We didn’t know they were in love with her, too, and had been for a while. When she explained that she was in love with them and that they were moving forward with their relationship…we knew we were too late. Seeing her so in love with Ben and Quinten hurt like a son of a bitch. I remember looking back that night at all the women in my past, comparing them to her, knowing that we’d lost her because we’d been too busy working and playing the field, and something broke in me.”

  She laid her head on his shoulder and squeezed his neck.

  “We talked about it and we decided that we wouldn’t be too late the next time.”

  “How did you wind up working for her?”

  “She was opening the Twisted Bull and Chantilly’s Steakhouse. It’s a large operation and she needed a good security crew, and we’re the best at what we do. She asked us for our help and we agreed.”

  “Was it hard?”

  Heath smiled. “At first, a little, maybe. But seeing her happy and in love with Ben and Quinten has led me to believe that things turned out the way they were supposed to. She’s a mom now, and really happy, and we enjoy working for her. She’s damn good at what she does. It wasn’t too long after all that happened that we spied a certain gorgeous belly dancer at the Pony on Halloween night.”

  He smiled when he heard her soft giggle.

  “I know lots of people think love at first sight is silly. You were wearing a mask so I couldn’t really see your eyes but I sure fell in love with what I could see. Yeah, there was plenty of lust mixed in with it, but there was more to it. Enough to fuel my belief that we’d meet you someday.”

  “It seems like a long time ago now. But it was just last week we officially
met.”

  “Yeah. Cody had to stop me from running after you. I didn’t want you to drive off in your Bug without meeting you. We’d just found you, you know?”

  She nodded silently against his shoulder and in a languid motion, she wrapped her legs around his waist and he grinned. Someone was feeling sexy.

  “What are you doin’, baby?”

  She tightened her hold around his neck. “Just want to be close to you,” she said and he could feel her lips brushing against his skin with her words. “I didn’t dream the past few days, did I? You told me you loved me last night?”

  He squeezed her gently, wanting to burrow into her sweet heat. “I did. Call me crazy but yeah, I love you.”

  She lifted her head and gazed at him. “And Camilla?” Her unasked question was loud and clear.

  “When you meet her, and Ben and Quinten, you won’t wonder about her anymore. I’m protective and I love her as if she was my sister. She taught me to have higher standards in relationships by her example.”

  “So you’re very experienced? The Twisted Bull is in Morehead like the Dollhouse. Do those women you knew come in the club expecting to hook up with you, and Cody and Spencer?”

  Heath hesitated and tilted her chin so he could look into her eyes. There was no point in sugarcoating it for her. “Sometimes, yes.” He smiled and stroked her bottom lip with his when she frowned. “That’s my past, baby. I haven’t hooked up with anyone in a long time. I have an appointment to get a checkup coming up soon and I’ll have lab work done then, so that you can have peace of mind.”

  “Good.” She frowned again and looked regretful. “That sounded awful of me. I asked for your history and I shouldn’t get mad when what I hear makes me unhappy. I’m just thinking of how it felt when I saw Presley Ann Woodworth pressing her big boobs all over Cody the other night.” Heath grinned because Maizy looked ready to spit nails just from thinking about it.

  Heath squeezed her to him and said, “You don’t have to worry about Cody or Spencer being interested in what comes into the club. We adopted Camilla’s policy of not dating anyone we met there because we knew it would just complicate our jobs. But that doesn’t stop them from flirting.” He tilted his head down and kissed her cleavage and added, “Besides, Presley Ann’s tits are fake. We prefer soft and kissable over towering silicone any day of the week and twice on Sundays.”

  Maizy shook with laughter and she squealed when he buried his face in her lush cleavage and blew a raspberry. “Now you get to tell me about your romantic past.”

  “Oh, no. You don’t want to hear about that.”

  “I do.”

  “You don’t. It’ll take about thirty seconds to tell the story and by the time I’m done, you’ll be snoring.”

  “Ah,” he said, nuzzling her throat. “You’re nearly innocent, huh? I think I like that more. Tell me, baby.”

  “I dated Chaz on and off throughout high school but he was a total jock and all his friends were jocks. It didn’t really go anywhere. During college, I met a guy and we dated for a while. He was good to me but he was rather passive and I didn’t feel any fire. We mostly kept each other company I suppose. After college, I returned to Divine, and it seemed like Chaz had grown up a little so we started dating again. In retrospect, when he proposed, I think I accepted because it just seemed like the natural progression, like we were meant to be.”

  “And when he broke it off?”

  “It hurt my feelings but it didn’t break me.” She looked up at him and whispered, “I’ve never felt anything even close to what I feel when I’m with you, Heath, and with the three of you. You make me feel…alive.”

  His heart soared. The way her eyes glowed and the way she bit her lip as if she wondered what he was thinking. The way she held on to him, went along with them in the way they played sexually, and wanted to pleasure them in return. That was what he wanted from the night he’d first seen her, and every day afterward. Something that was real and would last.

  He’d stopped her from speaking the night before, from returning those words he’d given her, because he didn’t want her speaking them out of obligation. When she spoke them, if she spoke them, he wanted the words to come freely from her heart. Unstoppable.

  “I feel it, too,” he whispered before he kissed her, melding his lips to hers, caressing the warm recesses of her mouth with his tongue and welcoming her into his mouth to do the same. She sighed softly and tightened her arms around his neck until her hot skin was sealed against his.

  The sound of a bird flapping its wings and squawking in a tree nearby distracted them and Maizy looked up at him and said, “Now you know my boring past.”

  Heath grinned. “That’s the great thing about the past. The only way to go is forward and I plan to do my part to make life as exciting for you as you can handle.”

  They played splash and chase in the pool for a little while. Maizy was a good swimmer, and when she finally let him catch her, she kissed him breathlessly and let him cuddle her for a few more minutes.

  “You know what I heard?” he asked softly as he treaded water toward the shallows with her in his arms.

  “What did you heard?” she asked playfully, mimicking him and stroking the golden hair on his chest.

  “I heard you took advantage of Spencer in the truck last night.”

  A sparkle came into her eyes and she said, “I did! I don’t regret it at all. I respect how the three of you feel about taking your time, enjoying the arousal and the journey as much as the release, but if this is going to work, sometimes I’m calling the shots, too.”

  He floated with her as he watched the play of emotions on her face. Caution, mixed with need, and playfulness. “Is that so?”

  “Mmm-hmm.” She nodded slowly, staring into his eyes. “Next time we’re all nekkid together, I’m having all three of you the way I want you.”

  “Is that a fact?”

  “Yup. You’re mine to toy with.”

  Heath shook with laughter and patted her ass. “Chain me to a wall and do your worst, baby. I agree to a little give and take. We just want you to know that we’ll take good care of you.”

  “Okay.”

  “Are you getting hungry?”

  “I am.”

  He helped her out of the pool and watched her face with enjoyment as he slowly slid the shoulder straps of her swimsuit off of her shoulders and stripped the suit from her right there on the back porch. “Heath!” She looked all around them but he kept his eyes on her.

  She trembled a little but said nothing else as he blotted her skin and hair until she was no longer dripping wet, except the one spot where he wanted her dripping wet.

  He dropped the towel on the porch in front of the chair and guided her to sit where he had earlier and then he knelt on the towel. “I want an appetizer, baby.” He reached for a cushion from another chair and slid it behind her back.

  She sucked in a deep breath and bit her lip as he urged her to position her ass at the edge of the chair and lean back. He lifted one of her legs and hooked it over the armrest and did the same with the other, exposing her slick and engorged flesh to his gaze. Their time together was getting to her as much as it was to him. The slow burn he’d been feeling for her had grown into a blaze despite the cold water in the pool.

  Stroking her outer lips with his thumbs, he watched with satisfaction as she tilted her head back and panted. He rubbed up and down, pleased as her pussy swelled and grew slick with his attention. He lingered, caressing and fluffing her jet black curls, hungering for a taste of the droplets of arousal that seeped onto her inner lips with his stroking. This was a very beautiful part of her and he wanted her to know that. Believe that.

  “I love this little pussy.”

  Meeting his gaze, she stroked his hand and smiled. “Do you?”

  “Beautiful. I want to see my cock sliding in and out of you, covered in your cream. I’m dying to go bareback with you someday if you’d let me, and filling your pretty pink
cunt with my cum…watching it drip from your pussy after we’re through.” He ran a knuckle through her slit, enjoying the silky heat as he slid up to her clit with ease. “I want to go as deep as I can…make this pussy mine.” Her breath rushed from her in rapid panting and she flexed against his hand. Her rosy flesh grew deeper in color as it swelled and pulsed against his finger. He stroked her back door with his thumb and said, “I want to own this sweet little ass, too.” Her asshole clenched as he stroked it and he grinned. She was about ready to burst.

  “Oh, please, Heath. Please, baby!” Her impassioned cries startled the birds in the trees and they rose in the air flapping their wings before settling once again.

  He leaned down and she cried out as he stroked the damp curls of her outer labia and tasted her slick arousal. He flicked his tongue between her inner lips, catching the cream that crested in her opening, growling at her sensual taste. Her clit was hot and engorged under his tongue as he gave it one slow, wide stroke before he moved upward and kissed her mound and then sat back. Her breathing was labored and her rosy cunt clenched a couple of times. She sounded as though she was one light touch away from exploding.

  After a few seconds, she lifted her head and opened her eyes and he said, “This is the sweetest, prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, Maizy. I know you want me to finish but I’m not done playing yet.”

  Her eyebrows drew together and her lip pouted, making him smile. He found that little poochy lip so adorable on her, maybe because he didn’t see it except for when he was playing with her. “I want to come.”

  Heath rose from his squat, adjusting his rigid cock, and helped her to stand as he said, “Me, too, baby, and I plan to make you come several times but right now I know you’re hungry.”

  “Do I get to play also?” she asked, staring at his erection through the fabric of his swim trunks, making his dick twitch with the hunger he saw in her eyes.