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

by Heather Rainier

  He picked up the tongs and made clamping motions at her nipples until she giggled and twisted in his arms. He guided her back as the bacon sizzled so she wouldn’t get popped by any of the grease and hummed softly as she gave him a good-morning kiss. She tasted of her minty toothpaste and her own sweet essence.

  “Where’s Ben?”

  “He’s running errands today before he goes out to Morehead to check in with Jack and talk to him about what happened. We’re getting together with Ethan this afternoon to talk about increasing security.”

  “Is that really necessary? What if it really was just someone taking advantage of a door left ajar?”

  “I know you don’t want to overreact, baby. But what if it wasn’t? We don’t want to take chances with your safety. If I could spend every moment with you, I would. But you’re needed there and I’m needed at The Pony. I’m also hoping you’ll be leaving every day before it gets dark, too.”

  A doubtful look crossed her face. “That’s pretty early. You know once we get close to the opening that won’t be able to happen.”

  “I’m pretty sure that Cody, Heath, and Spencer will be willing to adjust their schedule to accommodate you.”

  “I took an application yesterday.”

  “I would imagine now that word is getting out, you’ll have a lot of applicants. Remember you can have Ace and Kemp do background checks on all of them.”

  They ate breakfast, and when she would’ve returned to the bedroom to clean up and get ready for work, he grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled her into his lap.

  She arched her brow at him. “Mr. Lay-Around-the-House, I have work to attend to.”

  “Nuh-uh. You have a horny man to attend to first.”

  Her eyes glittered with merriment and lust as she allowed him to pull her close so she straddled his lap. “What did you have in mind?”

  “Depends on how daring you feel?”

  Camilla wiggled in his lap, rubbing her blessedly bare pussy on his thick erection. “I feel very, very daring at the moment.”

  Quinten gestured with his chin out the kitchen window as he slid his hands beneath the T-shirt and caressed the hot, silky flesh of her bare ass. Two perfect, firm handfuls. “See that out there?”

  She looked out the window at the wooded back end of the property, which ringed a good-sized fishing tank. A pier extended into it from the right-hand bank. “The tank?”

  “The pier.”

  Understanding dawned in her eyes, and she giggled. “Scandalous, honey.”

  “From the highest point of the bank, you can see two of our neighbors’ houses. But once you climb down to the pier and walk out onto it, none of the houses are visible. Of course, from this point, you can see right into the tank. As long as we’re home to watch over you, you could skinny-dip or lay out in the nude and we’d be the only ones who’d know. Of course, if we were with you, you’d be doing more than just swimming or sunbathing.”

  “Oh, yeah? Like what?”

  “We’d be keeping you very busy multitasking.”

  She bit her succulent lower lip, and her eyes took on a faraway look as she turned her gaze to the tank. “Can we? Now?”

  “Baby, I thought you’d never ask.”

  “But we don’t have very long.”

  “We have all the time we want. You’ve been given the day off, and I’m here to enforce it.”

  “Oh, bossy. Whose idea was that?”

  “Mr. Dominator, but I agreed to it. You need a day of rest and relaxation. Later, we’ll meet Ben and Ethan at the club. Right now, we’re going to have fun.”

  “I don’t know where my bathing suit is.”

  He squeezed her butt cheeks again. “You don’t need one. Just wear this or wrap up in a beach towel for now. The sun is out, and it’s warmed up some, so put on sunscreen.”

  She scampered out and came back with her flip-flops on, a couple of beach towels, and a bottle of sunscreen. “I’ll let you put the sunscreen on me.”

  “The pleasure would be all mine.”

  He started the dishwasher with a happy growl and opened the back door for her. Cardinals perched around the ceramic birdfeeder in the yard, flapped their wings, and flew to the refuge of the mature pecan trees in the backyard. He clasped his fingers with hers as they descended the steps into the yard, and he thought how damned lucky they were to have a woman who was as adventurous as Camilla was.

  “No one is coming to the house today?”

  “No one. It’s just the two of us…as far as I know.” He added that little edge of uncertainty and smiled when she bit her lip again.

  “I’ll keep my beach towel close at hand just in case.”

  “Okay.” He helped her down the incline into the shallow basin of the tank, and she peered into the water, looking for fish, while he set the towels and her sunscreen down at the end of the pier and waited for her.

  His instincts had been dead-on about how much she would enjoy the pier. He knew that because she smiled and pulled down the front of his T-shirt so that it was snug against her breasts and revealed her lush cleavage and showed off her hardened nipples through the thin fabric.

  Damn, she’s perfect!

  She gathered the hem of the T-shirt into her hands and twisted coquettishly as she lifted it and turned her ass to him. He couldn’t help but lick his lips and take devilish pleasure that she was all his for the next several hours. She twitched her derriere at him as she shimmied the T-shirt up an inch at a time, revealing more and more of her backside, the lush globes of her ass topping shapely thighs, and the smooth indentation of her waist and the outer curves of her full breasts. A perfect hourglass, and all theirs.

  He could imagine himself sitting with her straddling his lap, just licking her bountiful, satiny breasts for hours, burying his face between them and breathing in her alluring scent. His cock tingled with need as he imagined lifting her and impaling her, her slick flesh enveloping him in a snug, rippling embrace.

  She turned, holding the T-shirt to her chest, before she unselfconsciously dropped it on the wooden decking of the pier. It spoke to the part of his brain that still had enough blood left in it to function that she trusted him to keep her safe and didn’t bother looking around to make sure one last time that they were alone.

  She kept her eyes on him as she took a step forward, slowly sauntering down the pier to him, poetry in motion. The sun glistened on her breasts, and the gentle breeze hardened her nipples. Remembering the towels, he stepped back and opened one of them up and spread it on the end of the pier. A fish came to the surface, searching for food, and swished as it darted away, startled by his motions. He didn’t pay attention, keeping his eyes on her as he felt around for the bottle of sunscreen, which was somewhere nearby.

  “Are you leaving your clothes on, Quinten? Or are you going to show me what’s growing behind that zipper?”

  Her eyes twinkled as she watched him undo the button on his cargo shorts, the only thing he’d worn, since he’d gone commando, and then dropped them on the deck. He slipped off his flip-flops and stepped from his shorts, his cock jutting out hungrily as she closed the distance between them with leisurely steps.

  His dick bobbed with lust as she licked her lips and hummed softly in appreciation. He felt it swell and get even harder for her. Her hips swayed with each step of her delicate little feet, her posture perfect and proud, showing off her breasts to great advantage.

  As she came closer, he could see that her inner thighs were already damp from her wet pussy. He couldn’t wait to slide his fingers through her silky lips before thrusting deep inside her. For now, she needed sunscreen on her so she didn’t burn. In Texas, even in late autumn, it was folly for someone with her fair skin to ignore the risk of sunburn.

  “Baby, are you wet for me?”

  He felt around for the sunscreen blindly, not taking his eyes from her. She suddenly reached out to him as he lost his balance.

  “Quinten!”

  * * * *


  Ben chuckled as he sat on the edge of her desk at The Twisted Bull, listening to her story about their morning out on the fishing pier. “So you weren’t the only one who got wet?”

  “Nope. I couldn’t reach him in time.” Camilla stroked Quinten’s shoulder as she perched in his lap, aware of the once-again thick cock beneath her ass. She giggled, thinking him very good-natured, and kissed his temple as he rubbed her back with his warm hand.

  “Did you jump in after him?”

  Laughter burst from her. “Yes, not thinking that it’s November. That water was cold, for crying out loud!”

  Quinten nodded, looking very pleased with himself. “So I had to do the gentlemanly thing and warm her up.”

  The ambience of the room underwent a noticeable change as, in a voice heavy with both lust and affection, Ben asked, “Did he take good care of you, sugar? Your cheeks are still rosy. You must’ve come hard for him.”

  Camilla noticed that the bulge at Ben’s groin had thickened deliciously. Her pussy responded with a rush of need, her lips swelling with arousal. “He did, and…I did.”

  Ben’s eyes glittered, and he shifted a little uncomfortably on the desk, giving his growing cock more room. “I’m gonna regret asking this, since we have a meeting to get to, but you want to tell me about it?”

  Camilla nodded slowly and kissed Quinten when he turned his loving gaze on her. “After we dried off, he put sunscreen on me. I climbed in his lap to help him get warm, and he slid his big cock in my pussy.” She turned her gaze to Ben, knowing there were workmen just outside the closed, locked office door. “But I was feeling very naughty, and I got on my hands and knees.” Quinten shuddered against her, evidently reliving the pleasant memory. “And he rubbed my clit until I came and then fucked me good and hard.” Quinten groaned and kissed her cleavage, which was within easy reach with her on his lap.

  Ben’s intense, lust-filled eyes communicated his need to her, and she licked her lips. “I want to suck your cock, Ben. Can I?”

  He showed a trace of surprise, appeared to listen closely to the activity outside the office for a few seconds, and then nodded slowly. “Quinten, keep her on your lap and roll the chair closer so she can reach me.”

  Camilla’s pussy quivered as she hoped they intended to give her another variation on the ménage. Ben unbuckled his belt and unzipped his Wranglers for her. She squealed softly when she realized that he’d gone commando, too, as he lifted his big, thick erection for her. He eased his jeans down just a bit so she’d have unfettered access, and she started with his balls, licking him and enjoying the sound of his sudden indrawn breath.

  “Fuck, that’s so good.”

  She suckled gently at his sensitive flesh and was vaguely aware of them whispering to each other for a moment. Next, she felt Quinten fumbling with the button and zipper fly of her Wranglers. He wrapped a forearm around her waist and eased her jeans and panties down to her knees.

  Her pussy clenched as she perched on his knees while he did the same for himself, freeing his shaft. She focused on licking up the length of Ben’s cock and sucking the head into her mouth, content for him to do with her what he wanted. Ben stroked the back of her head.

  “Sugar, that feels so damned good. Are you going to suck it until I come?”

  Her pussy quivered with anticipation, and she drew out a soft, happy affirming sound as she stroked his balls. An excited gasp escaped her as Quinten gripped her hips and guided his knees between hers and drew her back onto his erection.

  “Fuuuuck,” he whispered. “I’ll never get enough of your sweet pussy, baby. I love it.”

  She ground in a tight circular motion on his cock, tugging at him with her pussy muscles, needing him deep, deep inside her. His faint groan of pleasure and the way he trembled beneath her as he slid in to the hilt made her heart pound with joy. The thrill wasn’t only fucking in such close proximity to others, it was also in knowing she had the power to give them so much pleasure.

  The chair squeaked as Quinten shifted, and he stilled, growling with need. She braced her hands on Ben’s thighs and her feet on the swivel legs of the chair and increased her circular grind as Quinten held her hips steady. Proving she was an able multitasker, she rode him as she sucked Ben’s cock. Their quiet respirations and the sensual sound of Quinten’s cock sliding in and out of her wet cunt were the only sounds that registered in her ears. The relative quiet of the moment was punctuated by the sounds of construction and progress just beyond the thin office walls.

  Ben held her hair back out of her way, lovingly stroking her nape as his low panting increased and his cock grew even harder and hotter. Quinten caressed her hip and leaned forward to rub her clit in a circular motion between two fingertips, sending her arousal through the roof. Slight, mewling sounds came from her throat as she pumped her hips, taking his cock in rapid downward thrusts until she lost control and her body took over, grinding hard on him as each wave of her orgasm cascaded into the next. Ben and Quinten whispered triumphant, affirming words to her.

  “Good girl.”

  She maintained her pace with Ben somehow, sucking him until his whole body shook as he came, fighting to remain silent. He threw back his head and gasped, openmouthed, as his hot seed spurted into her mouth, and she swallowed each pulsing stream until his body went slack. Quinten gripped her hips tightly, finding his release almost simultaneously with Ben, burying his pulsing cock deep and growling quietly as he pressed his lips against her shoulder.

  She gave Ben’s cock one last, loving lick and then sat back against the rock-solid chest of the lover who held her. Ben looked ready to collapse back on her desk, his face a mirror of relief and satisfaction. Her cheeks warmed with pleasure, not only from her orgasm, but also from satisfying him. If this was what working with them would be like, she was ready for it. The thought made her chortle softly, and Quinten hugged her from behind.

  “Our woman,” Ben whispered, looking very pleased with her. That glowing look in his eyes spoke to the deep place in her heart. The part of her that needed so badly to be understood.

  “Perfect for us,” Quinten replied. He checked his phone when it vibrated on the desk. “That’s Ethan. He and Grace are on their way to Morehead right now. They’ve got Rose Marie with them.”

  Blinking her eyes to clear the blissful haze in her brain, Camilla sighed as Ben wrapped his arms around her and helped her off of Quinten’s lap. “It’s a good thing I got plenty of sleep this morning or I’d need to go back to bed after that orgasm.”

  “Tell me about it,” Ben replied, shaking his head, trying to revive himself as he put his clothing back in order. He helped her with hers, catching her rhinestone belt buckle before it clanked against her desktop. He brushed her lips with his and whispered, “Thank you, sugar. That was good.”

  Thirty minutes later, they greeted their visitors and invited them back to a table in the restaurant, which was currently empty of workers, so they could talk in peace.

  Little Rose Marie clapped her chubby toddler hands and squealed happily when Camilla made a kissy face and reached out for her. The precious blonde-haired angel hugged Camilla’s neck as the men began talking.

  Grace smiled as she looked on and quietly said, “Well, it looks like things are progressing well with the three of you.”

  Camilla patted Rose Marie’s back and stroked her long honey-gold curls, so much like her mother’s, and such peace came over her that it brought tears to her eyes.

  Speaking over the lump her throat, she said, “Amazing.”

  Grace nodded in understanding. “Overwhelming?” At Camilla’s nod, she added, “Then they’re treating you right.” She tilted her head as she gazed at Camilla thoughtfully and smiled. “Something has changed about you, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.” She looked like she wanted to say more but refrained as she glanced at the men.

  Steaming-hot, naughty sex must make a difference in my appearance.

  The meeting went pretty much as sh
e’d anticipated. The bears had already told Ethan they’d be happy to double up from that point forward anytime she was at the club, especially if she was otherwise alone in the building.

  “I still think it’s overkill, but I’m not arguing about it.”

  She’d quickly learned that there were “hills she was willing to die on” in their partnership, while there were others that it helped if she gave in. They put their foot down on any question concerning her safety. If the issue was a matter of preference in making decisions about how the club was run, they usually left the choices to her after giving their input. In short, they “walked” what they “talked.”

  When they were about done, Ethan said, “I had a bit of bad news today. Tom Barton passed away last night.”

  Camilla gasped. “What?” Tom was one of her favorite regulars. All he had to do was walk in The Pony and hold up two fingers, his signal for a double bourbon, neat. She’d never be able to chat with him again. She recalled proudly sharing her successes, based on his investment advice, with him the last time they’d talked, just the week before. He’d told her he was very proud of her, and it had meant almost as much as if a father figure had said that to her. “I’ll miss him so much. Was he sick?”

  Ethan replied, “Bill Duggan told me that at a regular checkup, his MD became suspicious of some symptoms. He got checked out and they discovered an aortic aneurysm. Bill may have been the only one he talked to about it. I had no idea.”

  Camilla frowned in confusion. “But that can be treated if found in time.”

  “He refused surgery.”

  “Why?”

  Ben shrugged and squeezed her shoulder comfortingly. “I’m sure he had his reasons, sugar.”

  She might never know.

  Ben looked sad as he said, “He was a good man.” He and Ethan shared a long look, and Ethan nodded in agreement.

  Quinten asked, “Have they made funeral arrangements yet?”

  Ethan shook his head. “Not yet. With the holiday, I imagine it’ll be sometime early next week. I’ll let you know.”

  Camilla made a mental note to check the local paper so she could arrange to be there. She’d never met any of his family members, but she could go and pay her respects. She hadn’t really given it much thought until right then, but Tom had been one of the few men whom she’d trusted who had never let her down. His role in her life hadn’t been a huge one, but she’d thought of him as a sort of father figure partly due to his age and also because of the wise advice he’d given her in the last couple of years.