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

by Heather Rainier

  “In a bit, baby.”

  The squawking birds drew their attention again as they flapped their wings again and some flew away. He wondered if maybe there wasn’t a deer back in the trees as he picked up the towel and fluffed her hair a bit, blotting more water from the ends and then led her back in the house.

  * * * *

  Two can play this game.

  Maizy sucked her bottom lip as she plotted revenge from the stool at the bar while she watched Heath pull a package of chicken from the refrigerator. He seemed quite at ease in his kitchen as he sliced vegetables and threw them in a bowl a bit at a time. Occasionally, he’d glance up at her, gazing at her face or her bare breasts with hot intention in his eyes and a sexy smile on his lips.

  Her arousal from earlier hadn’t abated at all as she watched the big muscles in his hairy chest flex with his movements. His biceps and shoulders were huge. She drew in a shaky breath, grateful for the dish towel he’d placed on the barstool before she’d sat down, so her tush wouldn’t get chilled and she didn’t get the furniture all wet. She squirmed and he smiled when he caught her gaze and winked at her.

  He turned and reached for a skillet, displaying the thick, rippling muscles on his back. The three of them must’ve worked out because they were all so muscular. He turned back to the work surface by the stove and her mouth watered at the way the muscles were cut above his hipbones. The waistband of his swim trunks had ridden a little lower from reaching up, revealing a little more of that golden trail that led downward. He bobbed his head a little as Metallica’s “Sad But True” played on the classic rock radio station and she found herself moving to the beat as well.

  She enacted her evil plan for revenge as he laid out the chicken breasts on a platter and gathered the seasonings he’d need. She slid from the stool and came to stand next to him, standing close enough that her breasts brushed against his arm as he moved, and slowly slid one of the smaller carrots between her lips as he watched. He gulped but kept working.

  She reached for the remote on the counter and pressed the volume button until the heavy beat and vocals thumped through the house. He must’ve realized he was staring at her lips closed around the carrot because he suddenly went back to slicing the chicken into bite-size pieces, asking her what spices she liked or disliked as he worked.

  Both of his hands were knuckle deep in raw chicken when she slid her hand up his spine and then raked her nails lightly down his back, inspiring a deep shudder and groan from him.

  “You’re so big and fearsome, Heath. Every inch of you is so sexy. I want to lick you all over.”

  He sighed and leaned down to kiss her and kept working. A soft growl vibrated in his throat when she closed in behind him and rubbed her breasts and hips against his backside. She slid her hands around his waist and stroked his taut abdomen and then splayed her fingers and slid both hands beneath his waistband just an inch or so. She had to bite her lip to keep from giggling as he inhaled half the oxygen in the kitchen.

  “You’re so powerful you practically vibrate with strength. Just watching you move turns me on.”

  She took her time, stroking the hard flesh of his abdomen, avoiding his cock as she rubbed her breasts against his back, her fingertips inching downward. She looked up in time to catch the movement of his head rolling back on his shoulders and she heard a low, masculine moan.

  Her fingertips followed the line of his hip to his groin, skirting the engorged cock that was standing up rigid, pointing toward his belly button. She slid her fingertips through the crisp curls nesting his cock and lightly stroked downward to cup his balls, which had drawn up tight against his body.

  “You’re so big here, Heath. I love touching you…stroking you. You’re so virile.”

  She used a light touch as she stroked up the impressive length of his erection, moving gently over his sensitive head and wrapping her hand around him as she stroked back downward.

  “Your cock is huge. I love how it fills me up so tight, and I can feel how hot you are inside me. I can practically feel you inside me right now. Just touching you has me so wet and hot I can barely stand it, baby.”

  He breathed out and she was impressed that he didn’t call foul since she caught him when he couldn’t touch her because he was handling raw meat. Instead she took full advantage of the chance and ran her hand up and down his length and then stroked his balls some more. When she peeked around his shoulder it was to find that he was watching her, lust glowing in his eyes.

  He smiled and said, “Fair is fair. Right, baby?”

  She smiled at him and bit her lip. “I think I love playing as much as you do. I wasn’t telling a fib. Just looking at you and touching you gets me really hot.”

  Heath licked his lips and then said, “I loved tasting your pussy, baby. I’ve been starving for you all day.”

  “Mmmm,” she murmured as she slid her fingers between her legs and discovered just how hot, swollen, and drenched she was. Her cunt clenched with the stimulation to her clit, and her fingers were quickly soaked before she lifted them to his lips and smiled when he opened so she could slide them inside. Her pussy clenched again as he sucked them hard and licked every drop of her juices from them.

  He grinned as he released them with a pop and said, “I’m still feeding you supper first, baby girl.”

  “That’s okay, Heath. I don’t mind. I’m beginning to understand how hot it is to delay a little. Thank you. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m jumping you as soon as we’re done.”

  He drew in a deep breath, grinned, and tried to focus on what he was doing.

  The song on the classic rock radio station ended and when the new one began she recognized it and moaned, “Oh, yes,” as “Plush” by Stone Temple Pilots began to play. She adjusted the volume even louder, knowing Heath liked that, until the heavy guitar and drumbeat reverberated through the whole house.

  Her dancer’s heart responded to the sensual, driving beat and she wrapped her arms around his waist and slowly undulated and danced against him, rubbing him with her breasts, hips, thighs, and shoulders. She turned and ground her ass against him and reached up to lightly scratch his shoulders and his biceps, grinding down low before working her way back up.

  She pivoted to face him again and stroked his back with her lips and tongue as she danced and rubbed against him and delighted in the fine tremble she could feel in his body. She peeked up at him from the side again and smiled, joy filling her heart. He’d gone completely still, not even pretending to work, and was just experiencing the moment with her, his eyes closed, a smile on his face.

  Running her fingertips up into the hair on the back of his head, she scratched lightly and drew a shudder from him as the song ended and another one began. She heard the light sizzling as the chicken went into the oiled skillet and he carefully turned and gestured toward the sink with his hands raised so they didn’t touch her. She turned on the hot water for him and dispensed soap into his hands. Her breasts swayed with her movements and his green eyes glowed with lust. She leaned up against the counter and he said, “I like that you’re not self-conscious about being naked with me.”

  “It’s not like me at all. I think it’s you that makes me that way. You’re breaking down all my defenses.”

  Heath leaned forward to kiss her and said, “That’s good because I plan to keep you nekkid and hot all the time when you’re here. I’m barely hanging on by a thread but as soon as we’re done eating supper, I’m fucking you until you can’t move and then I’m going to fuck you some more, until I can’t move. You won’t want to leave when we’re done.”

  I already don’t want to leave.

  She’d never known men who talked dirty before. Chaz certainly never had unless he was around his obnoxious jock friends. She’d definitely never known a man who could talk dirty and make her heart palpitate with lust and something so much more.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Maizy watched Heath place the last bite of succulent chicken in hi
s mouth as she sipped from her glass of sangria and stroked her bare, peaked nipple. AC/DC’s “You Shook Me All Night Long” played in the background, charging the atmosphere with raw, sexual tension. Joy vibrated inside her as she continued poking the bear, knowing it was only a matter of time before he gave chase.

  Good thing I’m already nekkid.

  He watched her with glittering eyes as he chewed slowly, as if enjoying every flavor, every texture, every taste, much like how he made love. Excitement soared inside her as he lifted his beer to his lips, took a sip, and then quietly said, “Run.”

  As if it was controlled by someone else, her body slowly, seductively slid from her seat, giving him a teasing peek at her pussy, as she watched him for the slightest hint of movement. He set his beer down and rose from his seat. She squealed and made like an antelope across the living room, leaping to the love seat and hurdling it in her bid for the hallway.

  She knew he was a hair’s breadth behind her by his deep chuckle at her gutsy move as she raced down the hallway to the master bedroom. He was so close she could sense his heat and hear his breathing as her heart pumped and she ran through the master bedroom door. She leaped for the bed to cross it and he grabbed her in midair and twisted so she landed on top of him on the plush bed linens.

  He rolled, flipping her facedown and pinning her with his sizable strength. She went completely still, every nerve ending pulsating, as he growled and bit down lightly on the flesh at the base of her neck where it met her shoulder. Her cunt contracted and she whimpered, on fire for him. She inhaled a shaky breath, her entire body vibrating with need as he reached for the drawer in the new night table, still pinning her down.

  “Wanted to fuck you all night, baby. Starving for you,” he muttered as he tore open the condom.

  Seconds later he pressed his massive body heat over her from head to toe, his sheathed cock searching, probing hotly between her thighs. Resting his elbows on either side of her arms, he wrapped his forearms around her, caging her. He was completely in charge but she didn’t give in to him too easily as he nudged her thighs apart to make room for himself there.

  “Relax baby, I don’t want to hurt you, but I’m not taking this slow. Not this time.”

  “Yes, Heath. Fuck me hard, please!” Her cunt trembled and hot moisture drenched the head of his cock as if her body was also begging for him, and she tried to take him inside her. “Please, please.” She rolled her ass against him, encouraging him to fuck her just the way he’d described.

  Drawing his teeth along her shoulder, he bit down again as he plunged his cock deep inside her on the first thrust, stretching her until she stung. He sent her soaring as her orgasm burst with a sweet, sensual throb through every nerve ending.

  He groaned as if he was in pain and thrust deep until she was utterly taken.

  “That’s right, baby. Take every inch of me. Fuck! You feel so good!” He pressed his lips against her shoulder and held her tightly as he began thrusting hard and fast.

  She spread her legs wider for him, giving him every bit she could, and took his cock, his balls bouncing against her clit with every pounding motion until she felt brimming full of him. She found purchase with her knees and he allowed her the leverage and fucked her even harder.

  The sound of their flesh smacking together and the wet, sensual sounds of their union echoed in the room. Motion in the corner of her eye drew her attention, and the sight of him on top of her, fucking her, in the mirror’s reflection was the most savage, beautiful thing she’d ever witnessed. He moved with such animal grace and there was no denying him when he growled, “Come for me, baby.”

  White lights burst behind her eyelids and she sobbed in ecstasy. Her body locked down around his cock and her orgasm throbbed as she rocked through each glorious wave with him. He shook all around her and cried out, pumping his cock deep within her as he came hard.

  After the pulses faded, he tilted them to the side and released his tight hold on her so she could catch her breath, and she went limp, luxuriating in the pleasure of the moment.

  “You were right,” she whispered against his biceps.

  “About what?”

  “I can’t move.”

  He gave her half a chuckle and said, “I can’t either. Give me a minute and we’ll move on to round two.”

  “Are you kidding?”

  “No, baby. I may kid around a lot but where your pleasure is concerned I’m damned serious. It’s early and I still have plans for you.”

  “Oh?”

  “We’re going to watch a movie and I plan to make love to you on the couch, to make up for being such a beast just now. I’ll even let you pick the movie. Just make sure it’s a sexy one.”

  “I love your beastly ways, though.”

  * * * *

  Spencer walked back to the front door after checking the restrooms at the Twisted Bull. The club was busy but not busy enough to keep his mind from wandering. He glanced at Cody and saw him watching the other bouncer, Ryan, who was talking with a blonde at the bar. Cody looked over at Spencer and rolled his eyes. Spencer chuckled. It wouldn’t take long for Ryan to figure out why they didn’t date club regulars.

  “Everything okay up here?” Spencer asked when he reached the front, where Cody stood scanning the crowd.

  “Yeah.”

  “Wondering what they’re up to?” Spencer asked. Cody’s half smile told him he didn’t have to elaborate about who he was referring to.

  Cody quietly said, “I know what I’d be up to if I was Heath right now.”

  Spencer let out a long sigh, trying to not visualize making love with Maizy all on his own and failing miserably. Two nights in a row of being with her, getting to know her and touching her, just made him want more.

  “Yup,” Cody growled.

  Ryan stepped away from the bar, where he had been watching the security monitors to check in at the front. Spencer looked at Cody, who nodded, and Spencer beckoned to Ryan and said, “You messing with that blonde at the bar?”

  The new bouncer got a little half smile on his face but shrugged. He’d been enjoying the occasional perks of being a club bouncer since joining the Twisted Bull crew, and Spencer couldn’t exactly fault him. He was young, built the way the ladies liked, and he’d been getting free pussy waved in his direction since his first night. Spencer figured it’d take a little more experience for him to figure out what they already knew.

  Spencer tilted his head in the blonde’s direction. “You know she’s married, right?”

  He shrugged nonchalantly, but the furrow between Ryan’s eyebrows told a different story. Their friend might be a man whore but he wasn’t into coming between a woman and her husband. He shrugged again. “I didn’t see a ring. No biggie. She was just telling me her woes but she made it sound like it was a boyfriend.”

  “I figured. She comes in here alone most of the time. But he’s big and he’s a jealous fucker, just so you know.”

  Ryan nodded. “Thanks, man. I appreciate that.”

  Cody scanned the club. “Just be careful, Ryan. A shoulder to cry on has a way of becoming a dick to ride on. We don’t want it to blow back on you. Everything okay otherwise?”

  “Yeah. How’s your lady?”

  Spencer smiled, liking the sound of that. She was their lady. “She’s fine.” Just because the guy asked didn’t mean he needed details.

  “She sure is somethin’,” Ryan replied with obvious admiration. “Not that I was scoping her the other night or anything, but damn. So…the three of you are…”

  Cody cleared his throat and said, “Yes, the three of us ‘are,’” and lifted a hand when Ryan opened his mouth like he wanted to offer a suggestion. “And we’re not looking to make it four. She’s all ours. Get your own lady.” Spencer chuckled at his subtle emphasis on the word “lady.”

  Ryan laughed good-naturedly. “Loud and clear, boss.”

  The new bouncer was working out just fine. Spencer could remember how he and the others ha
d been when they’d started working club security together. They’d had their share of women throwing themselves at them and couldn’t fault Ryan. He’d learn discernment on his own once he discovered the drama often wasn’t worth the benefits.

  Ryan wandered off through the crowded tables and Spencer said, “He’ll do all right.”

  “Hope so. I’d like to start scheduling him as the lead with a couple of the new guys so we can all have an occasional weekend night off together.”

  “Maizy seemed pretty understanding about our schedules.” They’d talked with Camilla months before about adding a secondary crew so that they’d have a little flexibility with their hours and she’d readily agreed. She’d even giggled and nailed them with the real reason. She’d also believed they’d find their belly dancer and had told them they’d want time to spend with her the same way Ben and Quinten made time for her.

  Now the reality was staring him in the face. He checked his watch, wishing the hours would fly, which made no sense. He probably wouldn’t see her until that weekend.

  The dull ache in his chest persisted as he remembered the feel of her in his arms, the way she trembled as he pleasured her, the taste of her lips, and the soft sounds she made when he held her. He rubbed his thumb over the scratch marks she’d left on his biceps, resurrecting the sting a bit, and a primitive sort of need came over him.

  Frowning, he thought of the way she’d paled when they’d encountered that member of the school board in the store. He worried that it would eventually come down to her making a choice between the three of them and her job. That thought made the dull ache increase. Their relationship was definitely blooming, but it was far from a done deal.

  * * * *

  “If you don’t move I’m going to die, Heath. I swear I don’t know where you get your sexual stamina from.”

  She whimpered as Heath licked the cream filling and frosting from the cupcake off of her nipples while he held her hips perfectly still in his grasp. He could tell how badly she wanted to move and he just chuckled evilly as he enjoyed his “dessert.”