Penn, Jenny - Tanner's Angel [The Jenny Penn Collection 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jenny Penn

  “When you pour it on them, Mary Anne, not when you drink it.” Mike couldn’t help but to correct her.

  “Don’t smart me. I got your brother back to the state of health he’s in now, didn’t I? Yes,” Mary Anne answered her own question, “I did, so don’t you start arguing with me now. Alcohol kills all infections, the ones on the inside, too.” Mike caught Malcolm’s gaze and rolled his eyes. “And don’t roll your eyes at me,” Mary Anne snapped, making both Mike and Malcolm smirk.

  Malcolm had it right. Mary Anne was bossy. All prissy and full of attitude, she could flex her claws all she wanted. At the end of the day, everybody knew the ninety pound dog could eat the nine pound cat any time it wanted.

  First, though, the cat had to be led into the trap, so Mike relaxed back and took his first fake sip of tea. That appeared to appease Mary Anne, who picked up the book she’d been reading from for the past few nights and began again.

  She had such a soft, lyrical voice and read with such a steady rhythm, Mike found himself relaxing to the point where he almost felt boneless. It was hard to remain tense and not give in to the slumber that her voice lulled him toward.

  He wouldn’t last much longer, and he didn’t want to waste the effort of staying awake if there wasn’t any sin to catch the two of them doing. Time to bait the trap. Following the same pattern he had the past few nights, Mike let over an hour pass, more than enough time to let his chin dip to his chest and start rolling out a few snores.

  “Ah, shit,” Malcolm sighed. Mike could hear the thump of his feet coming off the stool to stomp onto the floor. “Hey, Mike.”

  “Don’t bother.” He could hear the rustle of Mary Anne’s skirt as she rose from her seat. “He’s not going to wake up.”

  There was a moment of silence, and he could almost feel Mary Anne looking down on him. The folds of her skirt brushed against his leg as she bent over to retrieve his cup and set it with a clink onto the tray.

  “What did you do?” His brother sounded equal parts annoyed and amused.

  “Me?” She sounded indignant. “What makes you think I did anything?”

  That earned her an aggravated sigh as Mike felt Malcolm close in on them. This time when his brother spoke, his voice came from directly overhead. “Angel, you’re only going to make this worse if you don’t try a little honesty.”

  “I didn’t do anything.” Mike could hear the pout in her tone, but it was her words that had him holding back a gasp of outrage. “In fact, I have warned him repeatedly about working himself to death. Your brother is just stubborn beyond belief. I’ve completely given up on even suggesting he take to his bed before he tires out on that damn bench. He doesn’t listen, so he’s just going to wake up grumpy with a sore back.”

  “Well, if you were so concerned about his bed, you should have taken to yours earlier. The only reason he stayed out here was because of you.”

  “Me? This is all your fault.”

  “My fault?” Now his brother sounded as indignant as Mike felt.

  “Yes, your fault. I can’t take to my bed because I’m not allowed to sleep in it. Remember the rules, Mr. Tanner? Something about your bed and me naked every night? What was I supposed to do? Say, ‘excuse me, Mike, I’ve got to go fuck your brother now’?”

  Mike couldn’t believe his ears anymore than he could her tone. She actually sounded annoyed and insulted. It held him fascinated that the sweet woman he knew all these past days could be so bold.

  “You can argue that to the day you die, angel. It ain’t going to change the fact that you’re going to end up sprawled out on Mike’s thighs getting your ass paddled once he finds out what’s been going on.”

  “Finds out about what? That you’ve been abusing my caring, giving nature to appease your more salacious appetites?”

  “You are not putting this one on me. Believe me, angel, I ain’t got no problem telling my older brother about all my shameless urges you been more than willing to indulge for the past few days.”

  “Now listen here, Malcolm, I didn’t do anything wrong.” The little kitten sounded truly upset now. “You made the decision to seduce me, and Mike made the decision to have a restful night’s sleep.”

  It physically hurt Mike to hold back from responding to that one. It’s not exactly like she’d given him a choice. He thought that’s what pissed him off the most until Malcolm’s response.

  “I ain’t the one who stripped down to nothing and crawled into your bed, angel. That was all you.”

  “Oh, shut up!” Mike heard the humph of air Malcolm expelled and guessed Mary Anne just hit him. “Just help me get him into a more comfortable position.”

  Apparently, his younger brother didn’t obey her orders any more than he did Mike’s because the only person tugging and pulling on him was Mary Anne. As she lugged his legs up over the end arm rest, his head started to slide down and off the edge of the seat. She caught him in a rush, and he ended up with a face full of breast.

  Mike knew that feel, and it half-tempted him to take a little nibble and shock the little woman as she so roundly deserved. He didn’t, but let her carry his weight as she pushed and prodded him into position on the bench. She must have been drugging him for him not to wake up through all that.

  When she finished, he found himself in the same cramped position he woke up in every morning. Malcolm stated what Mike thought had to look obvious.

  “That don’t look comfortable.”

  “What?” The woman had the audacity to sound surprised.

  “Angel, that looks like you’ve bent him into some kind of Chinese torture chair. Tell me you haven’t been leaving him to sleep like this every night.”

  “Not every night, and what was I supposed to do?” Mary Anne demanded, back to being indignant. “He weighs a ton, so it’s not like I could lug his heavy ass to the bedroom. I tried many times to get him to go there on his own, but the man just refuses to listen to anybody, so if he wakes up stiff that’s his fault.”

  “You ever think about just laying him out on the floor?”

  “He’d catch his death sleeping on a cold floor.” Mary Anne sounded truly appalled.

  If there was a moment to roll his eyes, Mike hoped Malcolm was giving her a good one now. That probably didn’t happen when Mike felt the brunt of Malcolm’s response. Hooking his hands under Mike’s armpits, Malcolm dragged him right off the bench, pretty much dumping him like a sack of feed on the floor. That got him an instant chastisement from Mary Anne.

  “Watch it. You’ll make him dim-witted if you hit his head.”

  “He’s going to make you dim-witted when he wakes up,” Mike shot back. “I cannot believe you’ve—where are you going?”

  “To get his pillows.” That answer was followed by both their footsteps leaving as Malcolm carried the argument off in Mary Anne’s trail.

  Alone for the moment, Mike tried to reorder the world with the information he’d been given so far. Malcolm had already violated Mary Anne and he’d been the dumbass sleeping on the bench. What really burned, though, was the knowledge that he’d been holding back all these days out of respect for Mary Anne’s innocence. Innocent didn’t describe a woman who had the audacity to strip and crawl into a man’s bed.

  Why the hell hadn’t it been his?

  “Just answer the question.” Malcolm demanded.

  “I will not,” Mary Anne snapped back as the ruffle of her skirt tickled over his cheek. Despite her obvious annoyance, her hands were gentle as they lifted his head up to slide a pillow beneath.

  “You did, didn’t you?”

  In defiance of the full, flaming fire just inches in front of his head, she covered him with not one, but two blankets. “You do not ask a lady those kinds of questions, Malcolm.”

  “You do when the lady in question walks into a sick man’s room and strips out of all of her clothes without even introducing herself properly.”

  “I would have thought that was a proper introduction in your wicked mi
nd, Malcolm.”

  “Answer me. Did you take advantage of Mike while he was asleep?”

  Mike went cold at the mere suggestion. Had they all been dreams? Damnit to hell, he didn’t know what pissed him off more, the fact that the woman lacked any sense of decorum, or the fact that he might have slept though it all.

  “You are a wicked and sick man to even suggest the idea.”

  But that didn’t make Malcolm wrong. As unbelievable as Malcolm’s question was, at that point Mike would have believed anything.

  “And you are a wicked little angel who isn’t answering my question.”

  “I did not touch your brother once,” Mary Anne snarled. “Now stop being so lewd and try a little thing known as cooperation, Malcolm.”

  “Hey, I’ve been cooperative since the very first day you backed that little cunt up into my face and fed it to me.”

  Mike’s heart about stopped. By rights, Mary Anne should have cut his tongue out, and he half-expected to hear an attack when he heard her rise up. Breath held, body tensed, Mike readied himself to interfere if the situation became violent.

  “That was kind of fun, wasn’t it?” She purred and Mike almost choked on his own breath.

  “You know what I think would be fun.” Malcolm’s tone dropped, becoming seductively low and husky.

  “I think I’m getting an idea.”

  That was followed by the very distinctive sounds of kissing, open mouth and tongues. Mike cracked an eye to find the two of them wrapped in each others’ arms right over him, as if he didn’t even exist.

  It felt sinful and forbidden to watch his brother’s hand lift to boldly cup her breasts and, damn, if hers didn’t cover his to press it harder against her softness. Their mouths broke apart as Mary Anne’s head dipped back with the arching of her back.

  “Mmm,” she moaned before softly taunting his brother. “You know you never have actually managed to get me all the way there with just my nipples.”

  “Are you challenging me, angel?” That question came out as Malcolm’s fingers lifted up to curl threateningly around the edge of her dress. Mike knew it then. He’d been dead on earlier when he felt that gut feeling that Mary Anne hadn’t been the one who ripped her petticoats.

  Mary Anne as much as confirmed it when she smiled in the face of that blatant threat. “You can’t tear any more of my clothes, Malcolm, or your brother will get suspicious.”

  “You’re the one who wants to keep him in the dark. You know I’m more than willing to be honest and ask him to join in.”

  Mike felt his heart seize on that comment only to have it trip over itself as it raced away with her response.

  “There is the right way and time in which to reveal these things,” Mary Anne rejected Malcolm, but not for the reason Mike would have suspected. “We’ve already gone over this, and you don’t really want to fight now, do you?”

  “No. I want to go rip up all your clothes so you have to walk around here naked.”

  That had Mary Anne’s smile taking on a wicked curve. She lifted his brother’s hand from her dress and kissed his knuckles as she backed him slowly up.

  “But if you do that, you wouldn’t get to enjoy watching me undress.”

  Mike’s heart stopped beating at that exact moment.

  Chapter 11

  It became painful not breathing, not blinking, not having one single pump of his heart to help stop the blood rushing into his balls. Swearing he’d survive any pain to see this moment through, Mike didn’t even twitch as Mary Anne stepped back into his line of sight.

  His eyes might have only been open by a sliver, but she stood right above his knees giving him a very clear view. She didn’t even appear to notice him taking a peek, much less even appears to remember him sprawled out on the floor. With her gaze trained on his brother, her fingers lifted to begin slowly pulling the ties of her dress free.

  It felt like forever. With every beat of his heart, Mike knew he should put an end to this now but couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead, he lay there damn near panting as his eyes tracked the slow progress of her dress as it slipped down her arms and away from her body to puddle over his legs, leaving her completely naked. Mike’s breath caught in the back of his throat at the sudden, magnificent sight of Mary Anne’s nude body. Even her mound glowed smooth and hairless in the firelight.

  Naked. Mike thought he died with that image. He only once ever saw a cunt so bare and definitely not in this much detail. He could see everything, particularly when she lifted a leg over him to rest a foot on the edge of the bench. Reaching down to undo her shoe, she never noticed him drooling as he eyes went dry from staring at the swollen pink folds split wide right over him.

  He could see the bud nestled in the top of her lips, all swollen and jutting out. It glistened with the same cream that lined the tight little rim of muscles that clenched around the entry to her sheath, so small and tempting. Had he already been up inside there? Was it just his imagination, or did he know how amazing it felt to be clenched inside her heated body while her cunt pulsed and creamed all along his length?

  Her shoe plopped onto his chest and went almost completely unnoticed by him. He was transfixed by her hands as they smoothed around her ankle and traced the graceful curve of her leg up to the edge of her stocking.

  “Leave them on, angel.”

  That husky growl told him his brother was just as mesmerized by the beauty putting on such a sensuous show. It drew a quick look and smile from Mary Anne. With her eye locked on his brother’s, one hand slid farther up. With each inch it traveled, Mike felt an equal measure of weight press down on his chest. His head buzzed, and his eyes instinctively lifted until he watched her slide one slender finger right through her folds and pushed into her hot, wet opening.

  “Ohh.” Her head fell back, and her whole body lifted slightly toward her hand as she began circling her own clit with her thumb while she pumped two more fingers into her sheath. Mike forgot to breathe, forgot to blink, forgot the entire world beyond the wicked woman pleasuring herself so openly above him.

  The temptation to sit up and replace her hand with his mouth was almost overwhelming. He could hear the squishing and sucking of her cunt, see the glistening of her cream trickling down her thigh, and just knew she’d taste sweeter than any other fruit he ever nibbled on. The impulse to take a bite strained his muscles so tight, he almost lifted off the floor. Malcolm stopped him at the last second.

  Denim clad legs blocked his view for a moment, but when they shifted he could see that his brother took over the job of playing with her pussy. His brother’s thick, tanned fingers looked blunt and rugged against the delicate blush of her pink folds.

  There could be no denying the woman Mike thought of as fragile and sweet turned into a thing of wild need. She rubbed herself into Malcolm’s palm, mewing and panting as her hips pumped against his fingers. All the while, she tried to entice his brother into even greater wickedness.

  “I want this.” That purred command was followed by his brother groaning as his hips flexed.

  Mike didn’t have any doubt about what part of Malcolm Mary Anne referred to. He knew that groan from his younger brother. Mary Anne was giving him just what Malcolm gave her.

  “Do you, angel?” Malcolm growled. “You want me to stuff this cunt full of cock?”

  “Yes.” Her pant shifted to a moan as her hips followed his finger’s retreat.

  “And what about that sweet little ass of yours?”

  “Malcolm.”

  “I think it’s time I gave you both.” With that Malcolm stepped back, and Mike could clearly see that he’d been right. Mary Anne liberated his brother’s dick from the confines of his jeans, and her hand reached out over the distance to stroke him.

  “Where are you going?” She smiled and Mike watched her pump Malcolm’s cock in blatant invitation.

  “It’s time for your surprise, angel.” Malcolm leaned forward to give Mary Anne a quick kiss. “Wait here.”
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br />   Mike’s eyes snapped shut as Malcolm turned and strutted off. He heard Mary Anne sigh overhead and wondered if she’d gone back to touching herself. If she had, he didn’t want to miss that. Ready to risk a quick peek, he was caught off guard when he felt her hands settled over his chest. The press of her bent knees against his thigh told him she knelt down.

  A shadow blocked out the orange glow behind his lids and cast his world into complete darkness. “You’re such a good man, Mike Tanner. It’s such a shame.”

  Good man, his ass. In the very near future he’d have her spread out before him, naked, wet, and begging. Then she’d realize just how bad he could be.

  Damnit, she was Richard’s sister.

  Even if honor and decency didn’t mean much to his brother or Mary Anne, they meant something to him.

  “What are you doing?” His brother’s question heralded his return, and he felt Mary Anne shift away from him.

  “Nothing.”

  Malcolm apparently didn’t believe that. “Leave him alone, angel. I got your second cock right here.”

  When she didn’t respond to that, Mike cracked his eyes open to see what was going on. He should have known. In one hand, Malcolm held a decently sized carving, one Mike had seen before. His brother had shaped it into a phallus and sanded it smooth. At the sight of the toy, Mike knew just what Malcolm intended to do with that and it seems Mary Anne did too.

  Instead of running in fear like any decent woman would have, the little kitten rubbed up against his brother going on tiptoe to capture Malcolm’s mouth in a kiss. Malcolm’s free hand smoothed down the graceful line of Mary Anne’s back to trace right over her ass and dip into the crevice. Her response was instant. Her legs parted, one actually riding up to bend itself around his brother’s thigh, and gave Malcolm complete access to her hidden folds.

  Malcolm may have had access, but Mike had a perfect view of the thick fingers ravaging Mary Anne’s delicate folds. With rough and rushed movements, his brother plundered her little cunt hole and there could be no denying Mary Anne’s response. She arched, panted, and pumped her hips, crying out when Malcolm pulled free.