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

by Heather Rainier

  It dawned on Camilla that she meant none of his other girlfriends had ever seen any of those precious possessions she’d brought with her.

  “I also have another box filled with more of his baby photos for you.”

  “For me?”

  Bridget patted her forearm and winked at her. “Of course.” Camilla wanted to just stand there and hug the little woman. They’d been playing the game of ‘is-she-pregnant-or isn’t-she?’ since the night before. “Quinten was my late-in-life-baby, and I’ve prayed that he would find a nice girl since he was a babe in my arms.” She smiled at Camilla, and she had to fight tears of her own when Bridget’s kind eyes reddened and her lip quivered. “And I think he done good. They both did,” she whispered with a wink and a nudge.

  Camilla blushed to the roots of her hair. They’d been careful to not be obvious with that aspect of their relationship, but Bridget must’ve seen more than she let on.

  “It’s okay, sweetie. I may be old, but I’m not dead. And I do have eyes. You obviously love them both very much. I think it’s wonderful…the thought of having two men love you, who are there for you. And the reality is that you’ll be less lonely when you’re old, if one passes. Oh…don’t mind my morbidity. I’m just an old woman trying to get into heaven.” Bridget flapped her hand as she glanced surreptitiously at Camilla and sniffed.

  Camilla chuckled. “You’re not fooling me, Bridget. You’re ageless.” Quinten’s mother was spryer than she let on as they walked together.

  “Crap, I was hoping the old woman act might fool you into spilling it.”

  Camilla gave Bridget her best innocent look. “Spill what?”

  Bridget snorted and then motioned at a display of high heels. “In my day, I owned heels like that in every color. I told Bill that when I die I want to be laid out in my best evening dress and the highest heels he can find.”

  Camilla giggled and said, “I should show you my collection sometime.”

  “With our height issues, every inch counts, right?”

  Camilla nodded and put her arm around Bridget, feeling such kinship with her.

  They spent a pleasant half hour wandering around the department store, finding Christmas gifts for loved ones. They were in the baby department, where she was shopping for something for Rosemary’s baby, which was due in February, and Rachel’s son, Levi, who had just turned a year old.

  “What about this?” Bridget said, handing her a velvety-soft sleeper in a beautiful shade of sparkling blue. The color was so intense, it reminded Camilla of Quinten’s eyes, which she loved. She wondered if the baby would have her green eyes, or of it would have Quinten’s eyes, or Ben’s for that matter. Because they’d stopped using condoms fairly early on, the baby could just as easily be his, with riveting dark-brown eyes that would make her heart melt.

  She heard a soft gasp, and then Bridget’s face broke into a big, beaming smile. “Gotcha!”

  Camilla looked down and realized she was stroking her abdomen the same way she had the sleeper and Quinten’s baby blanket.

  “Crap! How did you know?”

  Bridget shook with laughter and waved a hand at her before hugging her. “Oh, sweetie, you have tells. This old lady could spot an expectant mother from a mile away. I was just waiting for you to really give yourself away so you’d feel like you’d put in a good effort. To be honest, you have a beautiful glow.” Looking around, she asked, “Any guesses which one the father is?”

  “Nothing definitive, but Quinten is in the lead.” She couldn’t believe she was having this conversation with Quinten’s mother in the middle of Stigall’s Department Store.

  Bridget balled up her little hands and shook them with glee as she did a little jig. “I’m gonna be a grandma. Let’s check out and go get lunch somewhere.” She checked her watch and crowed with happiness.

  “What?”

  “I bet Bill five dollars I could catch you giving yourself away before noon and it’s eleven thirty!”

  Camilla couldn’t help but laugh.

  She took Bridget to Rosalie’s Café for a light ladies’ lunch.

  “Can I ask a question?”

  “Sure,” Camilla replied as she took a sip of her lemonade.

  “What do you do about holding hands, showing your feelings? Things like that?”

  Camilla explained a little of her history, and that she’d worked with both men a long time, and that she didn’t plan on letting public opinion stop her from holding Quinten or Ben’s hands. “But I’m also not flaunting my relationship with Ben and Quinten. I probably get more flack for being a former exotic dancer than I do for—”

  Bridget’s eyebrows arched with interest. “You were an exotic dancer? Really?”

  Bracing for her to change her attitude, since this was evidently the first she was hearing of it, Camilla nodded.

  “Tell me, what was that like?”

  Not the question she was expecting. She told Bridget a little about her years as an exotic dancer and smiled when Bridget understood, though obviously romanticized it to a certain extent.

  “Well, that explains why you’re so graceful, and so…comfortable with yourself,” Bridget finally said as she dug into her pecan pie. “I could never dance my way out of a paper bag. So…have they proposed? You might as well tell me. No sense in keeping that a secret, really.”

  “Yes, they have, and I said yes.”

  “Which man?”

  “Quinten.”

  Bridget nodded knowingly. “His sister could never understand how he could beat her at Rock, Paper, Scissors if she just gave him a few rounds.”

  Camilla’s jaw dropped. “How did you know?”

  “Same way I knew with you. Quinten is a people watcher. He must’ve seen Ben’s tells.”

  “I still can’t believe I decided which man I’ll marry based on three rounds of Rock, Paper, Scissors.”

  “Oh, goodness. Ben must be easy to read.”

  Camilla laughed. “Not for me!” He must’ve been playing me that night we played strip poker, the horndog. He just wanted out of his clothes! She took another bite of her lemon meringue pie and said, “I’m going people-watching with you sometime.”

  “Come visit me in Dallas, or go with me on a gambling cruise, and I’ll teach you everything I know.”

  Camilla had a vision of Bridget eyeing her cards with her best poker face and giggled until her stomach muscles hurt. “I’d love it. Tell me something.”

  “What do you want to know?”

  “Growing up, did he have a lot of girlfriends?” She wanted to know if there was anyone else in his past like the woman who had hurt him so irrevocably in Dallas.

  “Tons,” Bridget said without hesitation. “That boy hit about…age four and discovered women. All ages, didn’t matter. The little Don Juan adored every one of his female teachers, even the mean ones. He loved to dance, loved to talk, loved to date.” She rolled her eyes and giggled. “Our phone rang off the wall when he was in high school. He didn’t usually date the same girl very often, but he did get his heart broken a couple of times—over the usual stuff. One thing I will say for him, as much as he’s loved women all his life, he’s never embarrassed us or brought shame on our family. I’m everlastingly grateful for that. He’s also never been as serious about a woman as he seems to be about you. If he adores women, he worships you, my dear.”

  “I love him very, very much. Ben, too.” Hot tears prickled in her eyes which she valiantly blinked away.

  “Have you set a date?”

  “I won’t have time to plan anything until after The Twisted Bull and Chantilly’s Steakhouse opens later this month. I’d love to just elope and go somewhere there is snow. I love wintertime, but our cold weather is pretty mild here.”

  “Well, he’s a big boy. Make each other happy. Just so I get to babysit my grandchild occasionally.”

  Camilla smiled, thinking she could do a lot worse for a mother-in-law than Bridget.

  Chapter Twenty-Three
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  “I’ll miss them,” Camilla said Sunday night. They stood in the yard waving as Quinten’s parents left for the return journey home. Ben knew Quinten felt like he’d been run through the wringer, but he enjoyed being around them, seeing the way they interacted with each other so honestly. And, all kidding aside, they were a loving family, too. Ben liked that Quinten brought that life experience to their threesome.

  Despite the “suitcase torture treatment,” Quinten looked a little sad to see them go, too.

  “I know what we need to do,” Ben said, pausing until they both looked at him.

  “What?”

  “Experiment with the contents of the naughty cabinet and try out Camilla’s swing.” She squealed happily, and he tilted Camilla’s chin so he could look into her eyes. “Within limits, sugar. Your nausea still concerns me.”

  They’d hung the hardware for the swing in the bedroom, and Ben had also installed another set out on the back deck.

  Camilla grasped his hands, eager excitement in her eyes. “This time of the day, right after supper, it seems to ease up a bit. If it gets bad, I promise to let you know.”

  Quinten said, “Not just that, baby. If you don’t have the energy, we don’t have to do anything but watch a little television before bed.”

  “I got tired of having to be quiet all weekend. I want to have some fun with the two of you.”

  Ben landed a gentle pop on her right ass cheek and said, “Get in there and strip, then.”

  Ben and Quinten followed her into the bedroom and removed everything but their jeans. They went to work hanging the swing for her. Ben grinned a few minutes later when she made a sound and drew his attention to her where she leaned against the bathroom door watching them. She looked so winsome with her soft wavy hair brushed out, her forearms crossed in front of her, pushing her breasts out for their enjoyment. A naughty grin crossed her face and he felt incredibly lucky that she was theirs. She stood there, so confident and sexy as hell in her bare skin, and he wanted nothing more than to lay her over the end of the bed and wallow in her sweetly scented, womanly flesh. Man, I’ve got it bad for her.

  Quinten noticed his distraction and followed Ben’s gaze to her, and whistled at her naked beauty. “Hey, baby.” Her expression became serious and Ben stopped adjusting the swing and went to her. “You all right, Camilla?”

  Quinten joined them and tilted his head as he stroked her bare shoulder with a knuckle. “What’s the matter, baby?”

  “Absolutely nothing.” She brushed the corner of her eye with a fingertip and sniffled. “I never had what you had, growing up, Quinten. Your parents are…really something. I hope we’re that happy when we’re their age.”

  Ben stroked her silky hair. “We will, sugar.”

  “Count on it, baby,” Quinten said as he planted a kiss on her shoulder. “We’re gonna keep you so happy, you won’t know what hit you.”

  “I hope so. Now, who wants to fuck me?”

  Just like that, playful, sassy Camilla reappeared, and Ben chuckled. “I think I want you trussed up first.”

  He had her sit in the swing, which had a narrow seat and elastic and Velcro straps for restraining her, as well as handholds suspended over her head for her to hang on to. Her ankles could be restrained under her thighs or clipped to the handholds, restricting her movements. Ben adjusted the swing upward slightly so that her pussy was at the right height to align with their cocks. She giggled as Quinten lifted her from behind and nibbled at her neck while Ben raised it higher and then held the swing steady while Quinten placed her back in it.

  The pulse in Ben’s cock pounded as she settled back and they helped her slip her pointed toes through the straps so that her shapely thighs were supported. The way she moved reminded him that she was a natural dancer. He couldn’t wait to sink his cock deep in her sweet, drenched pussy, which was put on display in the reclining position she was in.

  Quinten moved behind her and kissed her shoulder. She tilted her head back and giggled as she kissed him. He stroked her back and her ass cheeks. “You comfortable?”

  She licked her lips and said, “I’ll be even more comfortable in a minute, I think. I like this. Can I have your cock, too?”

  Both men stripped out of their jeans, amid Camilla’s giggling rendition of striptease music. Ben chuckled and said, “She’s sassy tonight, isn’t she?”

  “Uh-huh,” Quinten agreed as she nodded enthusiastically.

  “Why don’t you give her your cock to play with, Quinten.” Ben picked up the vibrator he’d gotten from her toy collection and kneeled in front of her. With her feet in the stirrups, the swing was very effective at keeping her legs spread wide. She startled when Ben leaned forward and licked at her clit and her swollen lips. She clenched and arched, trying to get her pussy close to his mouth again.

  “More, p–please. You’ve got me so hot already, just getting into this thing. I can’t wait until you slide your big cocks inside my pussy. I need you.” Her pleading came to a sudden halt when she heard him flick on the small vibrator from her cabinet of toys. “Oh, boy.”

  “Quinten, why don’t we put the blindfold on her now that she’s situated.”

  “Good idea.” He went to the end of the bed and got the blindfold and carefully tied it on her while Ben wrapped the softly lined restraints around her wrists and clipped them to the handholds above her head. “Being blindfolded and tied up seems to really get her going.” Quinten stroked her cheek and got her attention. “You’re so good at multitasking, Camilla, let’s try it like this.” He supported the back of her head in his hand, and she nodded, tilting back her head and opening up to take him.

  A happy moan accompanied her sucking sounds as Ben licked her again and then tormented her clit with light brushes of the high-speed vibrator. She writhed against him as he stroked her cunt lips with his fingertips while he teased her clit, tapping and teasing until her pussy was rosy and even more swollen, dripping with her juices. He lapped at her honey and then went back to torturing her clit, this time with long, slow strokes up and down until he could tell she was getting close to orgasm.

  Rising to stand in front of her, he nodded at Quinten, who stopped her. “Baby, stop for now. We want to swing you a bit.”

  “Okay.” She held on to the support straps above her head.

  Ben stood between her thighs, enjoying the sight she made, tied up, blindfolded, and ready to do whatever they wanted. He grabbed hold of the straps to set the swing in motion, pulling her toward him, nudging her cunt with his cock on each forward motion. Camilla moaned as the head breached her cunt each time and then swung away.

  Quinten reached around on either side of her and teased her nipples, tweaking them and whispering naughty things to her. Her needy whimpers told Ben she was hungry for more. She grew restless and rocked her hips when he slid in each time, trying to take more of him. He pressed the vibrator against her clit and smiled when her tension increased dramatically. She really did like that vibrator.

  Her pussy lips slicked the head of his cock, and on the next swing forward, he sank a few inches inside her, drawing an ecstatic cry from her. Her cunt was unbelievably hot and inviting and his self-control began to slip. He moved forward so that more of him would go in on each pass.

  She wiggled and writhed. “Fuck me! Please!”

  Ben pulled on the straps, rocking her harder until she was taking every inch of his bone-hard shaft. She was drenched, and so was his cock as he slid out and then back in between her silky, toned thighs. He brushed the vibrator against her clit and could feel the sensation in his cock as she drew up tight on him.

  “Oh! More! More!”

  Happy to give her what she wanted, he did as she asked and rubbed her clit with the vibrator continuously. She arched her back, and he lost control when the ripples grew stronger in her cunt, and she cried out, “Don’t stop, I’m coming!”

  Her cunt was so beautiful, taking all of him as he spurred her on with the toy. Love and lust were
a tumult in his chest as he watched her react. Even though he could no longer see her eyes because of the blindfold, he could see that she was in the throes of something powerful. She screamed and writhed against him, riding wave after wave of climax until his control snapped. He grabbed the straps and thrust deep, several times, until his orgasm boiled up inside him, turning into a raging inferno as his cum spurted in hot, satisfying streams inside her.

  He stroked her abdomen, soothing her as she panted. Her orgasmic blush spread over her throat and her chest as she sighed, a sound close to a purr.

  “Damn, that was hot to watch.” Quinten kneeled beside her, checking the straps at her thighs and her back. “You still comfortable, baby?”

  Camilla turned her head in his direction, the blindfold still in place, a blissful, crooked smile crossing her lips. She tried to reach out to him, and he leaned forward to kiss her still-restrained hand and then guided it to his cheek briefly. “Very comfortable. But I won’t be happy until I’ve had your cock too. I’m addicted to the two of you.”

  Ben slowly pulled from her, enjoying the ease of having her in the swing. Quinten stroked her breastbone and then upward to her throat. “Tummy okay?” Ben appreciated that Quinten had the forethought to ask because his cock looked hard enough to shatter concrete. The fact Quinten asked the question solidified the commitment he’d made to always put her needs first.

  “I’m not feeling any queasiness at all. Let’s take advantage of that fact.” She giggled when Quinten growled happily.

  Ben moved out of Quinten’s way and went to her side and kissed her, stroking the back of her head. “Come good, sugar?”

  Camilla kissed him again, a small, playful, kittenish peck, and nodded happily, sounding like she was enjoying an endorphin rush. “I feel so good. I’ll sleep like a baby tonight.”

  Speaking of babies. “I wasn’t too rough with you?”

  “No. I’m not made of crystal. I’m pretty resilient.”

  Ben thought that was a good word to describe her. Resilient. She said she wasn’t made of crystal but she still felt infinitely precious in his arms.