Tiny Dancer [Divine Creek Ranch 13] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Heather Rainier

  He was satisfied that he felt no jealousy that Ben had her undivided attention at the moment. In fact, Quinten was glad he had it because he felt sure the walls were coming down between the two of them. Normally easygoing, Ben clearly had shown that he was territorial and protective where Camilla was concerned. The increase in tension between the two of them the last few months had coincided with Ben admitting to his desire for her and falling deeper in love with her.

  The same was true for him. He knew what it was like to be involved with someone who didn’t feel the same way he did. Camilla was his light, and because Quinten knew the difference, he vowed to himself to do whatever he could to help her find her permanent place in their lives.

  Camilla carried one of the squat jar candles with her to the bedside table, chortling as Ben followed her and squeezed her ass. She looked up at him as she came to him. “You okay, Quinten?”

  He nodded, banishing the thoughts that had crowded in for a moment. “Yeah.”

  “You looked…sad.” He got a glimpse of his Camilla behind the dancer façade and pulled her close and squeezed her delectable form. The makeup contributed to the role she’d played for them earlier but he felt blessed that he knew the tender, vulnerable woman that lay beneath.

  “I’m fine now.” He shut the door on the past and eased her onto the mattress, determined to not distract her with his reminiscing. He could see the curiosity in her eyes, but he didn’t want to ruin the mood. She tried to crawl away from him, but he caught her ankle and pulled her back under him. His cock twitched with excitement at the predatory motion.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  Her eyes twinkled as she struggled playfully. “You’re not putting that great big cock in my ass, are you?” She put her hand protectively over her backside and giggled. Just like that, she’d switched gears on them, and Quinten’s heart was nearly as full of love that she knew she could play with him as it was with lust to do exactly what she proclaimed she didn’t want.

  “Come here, my little dancer. I’m going to give you every solid inch of it.” Every time he pulled her to him, she inched away. When he finally had her trapped against the headboard, he looked back at Ben, who watched raptly, waiting to help with their suddenly “reluctant” little temptress. Quinten pointed at the pillows, and Ben took action, piling them in the center of the bed.

  Camilla was on her knees with her back against the headboard, breathless with laughter and exertion, as he rolled on a condom and grabbed the bottle of lube. She flicked her long blonde locks over her shoulder and licked her red lips as Quinten leaned close and kissed her, pulling her against his chest so he could enjoy the feel of her breasts smashed against him and his cock against her soft abdomen. She gave in as he melded his tongue with hers in a sensual dance that left them both breathless.

  He looked down at her, captivated by her flushed-cheek beauty, and in all seriousness said, “I don’t want to hurt you, baby. If it becomes too much or you need me to slow down please tell me. No games or misunderstandings. I stop at your word.”

  She stroked his cheek, and the heat in her eyes softened. “I’m all yours.” She shifted her gaze to Ben. “Both of yours.”

  Sounding satisfied, Ben murmured, “Ours. Yeah.”

  Camilla crawled to the center of the enormous bed and laid herself over the pile of pillows. Quinten’s cock bobbed at the sight she made, offering herself to him. She looked back at him, winked, and waggled her ass at him. “Promise to be gentle with me?”

  “Oh, hell yes.” Quinten held back the urge to cover her right then, and instead wet his fingers with lube to prepare her for his “invasion.”

  Ben lay down alongside them where he could reach her, but not impeding Quinten’s access. She leaned forward and kissed Ben as Quinten stroked her ass and spread her cheeks to lubricate her opening. She hummed softly as she kissed Ben, rubbing back against Quinten’s hand.

  She kept her eyes on Quinten from that point as he wet her with more lubricant and caressed the ring of muscles that clenched as she hissed. She bit her lip and nodded when he checked on her and relaxed with her head resting on a pillow. She pushed back as he penetrated with one finger, and her moan sent a lusty thrill from his balls up his spine.

  When he added a finger and thrust both inside her, her body tensed and she moved with him and finally pushed back with her hands, lifting her ass off the pillows to give him greater access. In doing so, she created room for Ben to slide his hand between her abdomen and the pillows so he could tease her clit and stroke her pussy, which swelled and dampened as her excitement grew. He stretched her and stroked for a couple more minutes until she began panting and spread her legs as she went up on her knees, unconsciously extending the invitation to him.

  He spread lube on his diamond-hard erection and then got into position behind her, the need to penetrate her snug ass so great that he felt the tightening in his balls. He nodded at Ben, and his friend slid his hand away from her pussy to along her back to help her stay centered. She was wound tight as a bowstring with her eyes closed and her head tilted back, cunt clenching in excitement as he brushed the head against her lubed back opening. A droplet of her cream seeped from between her pussy lips, and Quinten’s mouth watered as he pushed his cock against her anus. Hot and cold chills raced through him as the sensitive head of his cock pushed against her rim.

  She moaned and held still as he tried not to thrust too hard at her quivering hole. “Relax, baby.”

  “Slow down. I love this part. Oh, I love it.”

  Quinten grinned as he rocked against her opening, giving in to her request even as it nearly cost him his sanity. He wanted so badly to thrust in balls-deep. She rested her body weight on her chest, and his jaw dropped as she reached back to spread her ass cheeks in a submissive gesture. He wrapped his hands around her wrists and used that leverage to slowly slide his dick inside her excruciatingly tight ass.

  The coppery taste of blood hit his tongue and he realized he’d bitten his lip. She panted and moaned, her sounds of ecstasy as he claimed her ass rapidly driving him to the edge. He pulled back and thrust in tiny increments until she’d taken him to the hilt. A hot-and-cold chill reverberated through him, and he nodded at Ben again. This wouldn’t last long with the way she was moving and flexing against him. Ben slid his hand around her hip, and Quinten knew the instant that he slid his fingers over her clit because her pussy and ass clenched in reaction.

  “I need to move, baby. You okay?”

  “Yes, yes! Fuck me, Quinten. It feels so good.”

  Quinten gritted his teeth at the exhilarating sight of his cock tunneling into and out of her ass. He switched his grip to her hips and picked up the pace until she was taking all of him on each pass. She repositioned, bracing on the mattress so she was on hands and knees and arched her back as the leash on his control snapped. He’d been holding himself in check since her dance, and there was no control left.

  “Yes! Oh, please more!” She flicked her hair over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed with passion as she looked from Ben to Quinten, her movements slowing as her voice came in a husky whisper. “That’s it. Here it comes. Yes. Yes! Yes!”

  Rhythmic convulsions in her ass and pussy grew in strength until his orgasm snapped like a live wire down his spine and his cum jetted in hot streams. He howled, exultant as she cried out, too, and blinding flashes of light burst behind his tightly clenched eyelids.

  He finally opened his eyes, seeing stars, and grinned back at Ben. “I think she killed me, Ben. Fuck, that was good!” His abs trembled as he bent over her and braced his arms, waiting for his strength to return before attempting to move. “You okay, baby?”

  Camilla’s only response was a soft, blissful moan that morphed into a giggle. “That was stupendous.” Quinten gritted his teeth as her laughter rippled through her body, and he slowly withdrew. When he came back to the bed from cleaning up, with a washcloth to wipe the lubricant from her, she was murmuring softly to Be
n.

  “Does it bother you that I’ve danced like that for other men?” Ben didn’t immediately respond so she added, “I’ve had dancer friends whose…boyfriends couldn’t get past that fact, even when they no longer danced anymore. I need to know if it’s going to be an issue between us.”

  Quinten stopped beside the bed, waiting, because those words “between us” said it all. He didn’t want the fact that she’d been a dancer to become an issue dividing the three of them down the road. Quinten and Ben had talked about it before, but Camilla needed to be clear with Ben about it, too.

  Ben sat up and stroked her back, concern, and possibly regret, in his eyes as she kept her gaze on his face. “Does it bother me that men have seen you dance mostly naked, up close? Yes, baby. I’m territorial, and it does bother me. Do I hold it against you that you did what you felt you needed to do in order to pay for college and get by? No, absolutely not. I’d be a real bastard if I held stuff against you that’s in the past before you ever knew us. And yes, we are your boyfriends.”

  He glanced at Quinten, unspoken words in his eyes, before looking back at her. Boyfriends…for now. Quinten knew that was what she thought. And in a way she was right. They wanted something that she could rely on. Something more permanent. Only time would help her let go of her assumption that they were temporary lovers.

  “Thank you.”

  “But I don’t want you to ever dance for anyone else but us. You’re ours, and I don’t share with anyone but Quinten.”

  “Fair enough. I don’t want to dance for anyone but the two of you. What about people who make comments about me dancing in the past? You know how they sometimes do at the club.”

  “You let me worry about them, sugar.”

  “Oh, boy. You’re going to be all pissy and territorial when they jokingly ask me for a lap dance or want me to get up and dance on the bar, aren’t you?” In the past she usually just laughed off their requests or politely turned them down and asked for their drink order.

  Ben’s wide grin spoke for itself. “You said it yourself, sugar. I’m a pushy pit bull of a man when it comes to the woman I love.” His tone lacked heat as he helped her up and tucked her between them after Quinten had the pillows rearranged. Her searching gaze as she looked up at Ben spoke volumes. Just give it time, baby. Ben cupped her cheek and kissed her chastely, as though acknowledging that it would take time to convince her.

  Quinten scooted in close at her back, and she snuggled against him and turned her face to him to kiss him. “Thank you, Quinten. That was incredible.”

  He squeezed her and kissed the side of her throat. “It was. I love you, tiny dancer.”

  Camilla chuckled. “Hardly tiny. While I was dancing, I realized how out of shape I am tonight.”

  Ben groaned. “You looked like you’re in pretty good shape from where we were sitting.”

  Camilla scoffed. “There was a time when I could’ve danced like that most of the night, and did, frequently.”

  Doing himself justice, Ben didn’t reply about her past. He just stroked her belly and said, “I think you look perfect. I like a woman with curves, especially when they’re your curves.”

  Quinten let out a long, deep sigh, reliving the memory of her shimmying her breasts in his face. “You test those curves out on us anytime you need to, baby. I loved watching you dance tonight. Thank you for sharing that part of yourself with us.”

  “That routine was just for you. No one else will see this girl dancing anymore.”

  Chapter Eleven

  He sat in the parking lot of the deserted dry cleaner’s located across the open grassy field behind The Dancing Pony, waiting for dark to settle. Very smartly, he’d parked where the security cameras at the back of the nightclub couldn’t make out his vehicle. He shifted in his seat and moaned softly when the movement jarred his bruised nuts.

  “Fucking assholes,” he whined as he tried to find a comfortable position. He was running out of time and it was all Cami’s fault. All she had to do was hold on to one little thing for him and stay put. “But noooo. She’s gotta go traipsing all over kingdom come.”

  When he’d visited her house the first time, he’d barely gotten away before that guy she was with had caught him in her bedroom. He’d closed and locked the bedroom window she’d left open, making it harder for him to come back later. He’d figured she’d have been too busy with a tow truck after work and finding a ride home after the nightclub closed. He hadn’t counted on her coming home early or there being a boyfriend in the picture.

  Unfortunately, Nat’s goons had caught up with him when he’d gone back to the shithole he was renting in Kerrville, when he was still empty-handed. To show that they were serious about him keeping the promise he’d made the day he’d left Huntsville, they’d used his balls as punching bags. Just the memory made nausea swirl in his gut.

  When it was finally dark, he slipped from his work van, donned the heavy oversized jacket that contained all of his tools, and put on the old cowboy hat he’d found. No one would be able to tell it was him. He just needed to work fast. It wasn’t in her house. Maybe it was in her car.

  He hoped to hell he got lucky, because he was still holding out hopes of maybe visiting Camilla, seeing if there wasn’t still a little spark between them. Right now his first priority was getting what he came for and keeping his nuts attached.

  * * * *

  Camilla placed a napkin on the bar in front of Lucy Carter who had just taken a seat. “I haven’t seen you in here in forever, Lucy. How are things going?” It was quiet, even for a Monday night.

  Lucy rested her forearms on the bar and smiled as she heaved a sigh. “Better. I’m keeping busy.” She slid her eyes down the bar and then said, “Nice, calm night?”

  “Monday nights usually are.” Lucy ordered a Divine Margarita, which Camilla set to mixing for her. “You must be really busy right now. You haven’t been in a while.”

  “I’ve been getting settled in the job and in town. I figured it would be quiet here tonight and thought I’d slip in for a drink and a visit.”

  Curiosity got the better of her, and Camilla asked, “I get the impression you’ve been avoiding The Pony. Did somebody in here give you a hard time?” Ben and Ethan took the safety and comfort of their female patrons very seriously.

  “No. Well. I think it’s more of a case of my ego getting stomped on.” She glanced down the bar again and leaned closer. “Can I ask you a kind of personal question?”

  Camilla rested her forearms on the bar, mirroring Lucy’s posture. “I guess so. What do you want to know?”

  Lucy took a sip from her margarita. “Where do you get your confidence with men from? What I mean is…you were an exotic dancer, right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Where did you get the confidence to do that? I need some. I’m five feet nine inches, on the tall side for a woman, and you’re what? Five feet?”

  “Five feet one inch.” Because every inch counts!

  “Okay. But if we were sitting side by side, and you took height out of the equation, we’re about the same body type and size. But the similarity ends there. When you walk in a room, you own it.” There was admiration in her tone that made Camilla blush. “When I walk in a room, I’m more concerned about the basics like not tripping over my feet, but it’s my size that makes me doubt myself. How did you get up the courage to strip?”

  “I’ve always loved dancing. Took lessons since I was a little girl. I had a dancer friend, Charlotta, who got me to apply for the job. She taught me some dance numbers to try out, and I succeeded in getting the job.”

  “You’re stronger than me. You’d have to be to pole dance.”

  “That came with practice. Charlotta was the perfect ideal, in my mind. Tall, willowy, and beautiful. When I mentioned my own thoughts on my shape, she encouraged me and I got the job. Jake, my old boss, liked having a wide variety of dancers working for him, so his club would have wider appeal. In chatting with men—”
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  “Chatting?”

  Camilla giggled. “Part of my job was talking to them in between dances. They’d buy the girls drinks and we’d chat with them.”

  “Oh, I can imagine the kinds of things they wanted to talk about.”

  Camilla cocked her head and smiled at Lucy. “Not all men are dogs. Many of them were very nice to me.” Lucy bit her lip and listened. Camilla wondered who had hurt Lucy so badly that she’d turned her hurt feelings on men in general.

  “I haven’t had many good experiences with men. None, actually.” Lucy slumped in her seat as she spoke. Several customers came in the door and took seats at the bar or moved on to tables.

  “A lot of men really like a woman with meat on her bones, Lucy. Yeah, I was firm all over”—she patted her ass and her upper arms—“but that came with practice. If you’re really asking me what it is that makes certain women appealing to lots of men, I don’t think it has anything to do with what size or how tall they are. It has to do with their spirit, and what shows in their eyes. Curves alone are not as appealing as curves plus confidence.”

  “Getting that confidence is the problem, I guess.” Lucy took another healthy sip of her margarita.

  “You know, I’ve watched you, and when you’re on the dance floor, self-confidence doesn’t seem to be a problem at all. It seemed to me like you and Vance hit it off pretty well a month or so back. What happened?”

  Lucy shrugged. “It was pointed out to me that there’s quite a lot of me to go around.”

  “I’ll personally kick Vance’s ass if he’s the one who told you that bullshit.”

  “No, Vance is fine. Really fine. Fine, fine, fine. He’s just a player is all.”