Angie's Destiny [Cattleman's Club 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jenny Penn

  “I love you, princess. Now and forever.”

  Kristen tensed, her laugher falling silent as her head whipped to the side, her eyes widening in shock. “What did you say?”

  “I’m yours,” he vowed. “Body, heart, and soul.”

  Tears filled her eyes, and her little mouth worked to speak, but nothing came out, and he knew what she couldn’t say. She loved him, too. She just wasn’t ready to admit it, but there was no denying the evidence. Kristen wouldn’t have given her body to them if she hadn’t already given her heart.

  Now it was time to take care of her.

  Dropping a quick kiss on her swollen lips, he braced himself, pulled free of the clinging clench of her cunt, and rolled off the bed. With quick motions, he shed his clothes and reached for her as Brandon finally roused himself and headed for the bathroom that connected his room with Dylan’s.

  He already had the water going by the time Dylan carried Kristen into the shower. She whimpered slightly as he finally set her back onto her feet, and Dylan couldn’t help but smile, guessing she was a little sore.

  “You okay, princess?” he asked, lifting a hand up to her warming cheek as the spray of hot water enveloped them.

  She smiled shyly and nodded, assuring him that she was growing embarrassed by the memories of the passion they’d just shared, but Kristen had nothing to be ashamed of. She was a sensual, beautiful creature that had branded him with her innocently uninhibited responses.

  “I’m sorry I was so rough.” Dylan wasn’t really. He was feeling way too good for guilt to intrude on his mood, but he knew he’d feel bad later when he wasn’t still glowing with the aftereffects of loving Kristen.

  “I liked it,” Kristen finally whispered back, her gaze dropping. A small smile still lingered on her lips. “It was perfect.”

  “That it was,” Brandon agreed as he stepped into the shower stall behind Kristen.

  The stall wasn’t small, but it was tight with three people, and there was no way to avoid rubbing up against Kristen. Not that Dylan tried. He was still hard, still hungry, but this time he savored the moment, taking the washcloth from Brandon and cleaning Kristen with a slow thoroughness that had her panting and twisting in Brandon’s arms as he held her up, his big hands covering her breasts.

  Kristen’s head arched back into Brandon’s chest as her whole body lifted in an invitation Dylan didn’t have the will to resist. Dropping the washcloth he sank to his knees and into the warm, humid scent of Kristen’s blossoming arousal. Her cunt lips were swollen and dripping with something more than water, beckoning Dylan to lean forward and lick his tongue over their pouty edges, inflaming his own sense with the intoxicating taste of her heated cream.

  He wanted more. Needed it and didn’t know he wasn’t alone as Kristen’s hands twined into his hair and guided his head back to her cunt. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever experienced, made even more so as her legs shifted, opening her pussy up to him as she whimpered out a soft plea.

  “Please. Kiss me.”

  Dylan was lost. He gave in to her demand, sinking his tongue into her velvety heat and losing himself in her taste.

  * * * *

  Kristen was lost in the splendid wonder of being held by one man while the other man kissed her in the most intimate of fashions. They both loved her. It was her fantasy come true. They were better than she’d ever imagined.

  She was strung out on the pleasure, twisting between her two lovers and panting as her tired muscles tensed once again with a sweet tension that exploded into another firestorm of delight. Kristen was left weakened and feeling as if she was floating, anchored only to the world by Dylan and Brandon, who tempted her with even more wicked suggestions.

  “Dylan and I, we want you bare,” Brandon whispered in her ear. If Kristen had any doubt over his meaning, Dylan made it clear as he cupped her pussy in his broad palm and trapped the heat of her recent release against her still weeping flesh.

  “Let me shave you,” Dylan murmured as he ground his palm against her mound. “Let us have you this way.”

  How could she deny them? She’d almost done it to herself, but waxing sounded too painful. This moment was far from that.

  “Yes.” Kristen closed her eyes as that word slipped out of her lips, embarrassed even by the sound of it.

  She shouldn’t have been. This was Brandon and Dylan, and they loved her. Kristen reminded herself of that fact as Dylan sank back to his knees, this time with a can of shaving cream in one hand and a razor in the other. He took his time, going slowly, methodically until she felt every drop of water falling from the showerhead against her newly naked skin.

  It felt sensual and naughty, just like the hot wash of Dylan’s breath as he covered her cunt in a series of kisses that had her mewing with renewed want. It never seemed to go away or die down. This need that was redefining her entire world held her captive, a demand she could not help but yield to, and one that she knew how to make her men cave in to.

  “Fuck me.” Kristen needed to feel that full pressure again, and she reached down to cup Dylan’s cheek and tilt his gaze up until it connected with hers. “Please, fuck me.”

  She didn’t have to ask twice. Dylan was on his feet in an instant, his hands gripping her hips. Then she was being lifted up, her legs twisted around his hips as Brandon held her secure. Then the thick head of Dylan’s cock was pressing against her opening. He paused for a moment to meet her gaze once again and offer her a smile before he slid in, making the world spin once again.

  The hard length of his cock stretched the sensitive walls of her sheath, setting off tendrils of pure ecstatic delight. Her body demanded more, her hips lifting and pumping in time with Dylan as he began to move. He set a fast pace that had Kristen crying out within minutes.

  Then it was Brandon’s turn as he shifted her weight to Dylan’s arms. Kristen was still moaning over her release when she felt him thrust deep into her, taking up a pounding rhythm that had her clawing at Brandon’s back and bucking as wave of rapture too intense to be endured crashed through her, blackening out the world and sweeping her away on a tide of pure, molten ecstasy.

  * * * *

  Brandon felt Kristen come apart as her tight cunt rippled around him. Her sheath clenched and milked him, making Brandon’s eyes all but roll back in his head as his balls almost exploded with the pleasure. It was too much, and he slammed into Kristen, holding on to her tightly as his dick pulsed and unloaded.

  He’d never before taken a woman without wearing a condom. Never before felt the slick flesh of a pussy spasm around him or known the feel of the heated wash of his lover’s release cocooning him in a warmth so deliciously hot that he felt as if his dick was on fire. Then again he’d never loved a woman, not like he did Kristen.

  Brandon might have been Kristen’s first lover, but she was his first everything else. The first woman he’d ever carried back to bed and snuggled down with. The first woman he held, unable to go to sleep because he didn’t want to miss a second of this night. This was the first night with the love of his life.

  As Brandon lay there, visions of their future started to dance through his head. He’d always thought he’d just want a kid or two when the day came, but that night he found himself envisioning a whole messy brood. He could even imagine himself adopting. Why not? They were going to build a life worth being shared.

  “I think I should be the one to marry Kristen.” Dylan’s soft whisper broke into Brandon’s fantasy like a sour note, and he frowned.

  “I loved her first.” That should mean he got to marry her. Kristen was going to be a Hammel. Not a Singer.

  “And I let you have her first,” Dylan countered.

  “So you should get to marry her?” Brandon lifted up onto his arm to glare over Kristen, careful not to disturb her while she slept. “Was that your plan? You gave me first dibs because you thought you could guilt me into letting you have her for the rest of her life?”

  “We’re both going to have h
er,” Dylan shot back in a furious whisper as he lifted up slightly to meet Brandon’s glare. “That’s not even up for debate.”

  “Kristen is going to be a Hammel.”

  “What if she wants to be a Singer?”

  Brandon didn’t doubt that she would agree to be a Singer, but he wanted her to be Hammel. He knew she wouldn’t agree to be either, though, unless both of them were all right with the final decision. That could be tricky.

  “Maybe we should make her a Hammel-Singer,” Brandon suggested, thinking that split the baby nicely, but Dylan didn’t seem to agree.

  “She can be a Singer-Hammel, but she can still only legally marry one of us.”

  He had a point, though, Brandon hated to admit it. This was going to take some thinking. He settled back against the mattress to do just that. There had to be some way out of this mess.

  * * * *

  Kristen held herself still, waiting to see if the men continued to argue. She couldn’t even believe they were arguing in the first place. Arguing over who was going to get to marry her. That notion both paralyzed her with fear and filled her with such a joy that she thought she might float away.

  They really did love her…and she really wasn’t ready to get married.

  Kristen had just started to live. She wanted to enjoy this time, with just them and the freedom to discover all the beauty their relationship had to offer. Then there were her dreams of going to school. Kristen might not know what she wanted to be, but she knew she wanted to be something.

  Perhaps they could have a long engagement, though she suspected Brandon and Dylan were already several steps ahead of her and thinking about children already. Well, Brandon probably was. He was such a worrier, but Dylan was a little more laid back. He was probably still planning his pool.

  Kristen cringed away from that thought, still unnerved by her one dip into one. It had not been pleasant, but what came after certainly had. That was until she’d brained Brandon. She wondered if he still had the stitches in his head. If he did, they certainly didn’t seem to bother Brandon, which was unusual.

  Not much seemed to bother Dylan, though, which was one of the reasons he was so special. Special to her. Brandon was just as special, though he clearly tended to overthink things and become obsessed about them. Sort of like his garden.

  Kristen smiled at that thought, imagining just how he’d be with kids. They were going to be smothered, and if they had girls, he’d probably end up being just like her dad⎯interrogating them in the living room. Except Kristen suspected Brandon would be better at it.

  He was so big and strong and hers. Unable to resist a peek, Kristen lifted her lashes so she could gaze down the hard planes of Brandon’s chest. He’d tucked her into his side with Dylan pressing in behind her so that she could feel him but only marvel at Brandon’s cut form.

  Even lying down in bed, totally relaxed, he still looked tense and ready for battle. Each line ripped across his stomach held a sense of power that Kristen knew well. It all uncoiled and unleashed when he…fucked her.

  She felt the heat sear across her cheeks at that crude thought but enjoyed the burn. There really was no better word for what had happened. Brandon and Dylan may have loved her, but they hadn’t spared her the hard edge of their lust or the pleasure it brought. It had gone far beyond simply making love into a whole new realm of desire.

  Kristen couldn’t deny that she craved another taste. It was like an ache in her bones that she didn’t think would ever truly be appeased. She marveled at its power as her gaze dipped down to where Brandon’s penis lay. He still looked semi-aroused, a condition she might have mistaken before as fully aroused. Kristen now knew he could grow even bigger, even harder, wonderfully so.

  Shivering with the memory of what it had felt like to have him pounding into her, Kristen reached a tentative hand out toward his penis, fascinated by the knowledge of what he could do with it. It looked so funny, and it thumped at the first touch of her fingertips, that blind eye lifting right up as if he could see her hand about to grip down.

  Kristen jerked her arm back, startled and uncertain but still curious. With her heart pounding and her palms beginning to sweat, she slowly reached back down but didn’t have the courage to touch him, not until Brandon’s hand lifted to cover hers and guide her motions downward.

  In a hushed silence that was its own form of intimacy, he taught her just how to stroke and pump his long, thick length, making it grow and flush hot beneath her hand. Kristen watched in amazed fascination as all of Brandon’s muscles truly tensed and began to quiver. She had done that, her touch had done that, drawn him to a tight bow.

  As the blind eye glaring at her began to weep, Kristen was overcome with a need to taste him just as he had tasted her. She could only hope that he would know the same kind of satisfaction he had shown her earlier. Fascinated that she might have such a power, she dipped her head slowly downward as Brandon’s other hand came to twine itself in her hair and guide her motions.

  He didn’t rush her, though. He gave her the room to start slowly with just one tentative lick across the flared head straining to reach her lips. Instantly, Brandon groaned and flexed, his hips pumping up through the fist he forced her to tighten around his shaft. Emboldened by his response, Kristen treated him to another lick and then another, becoming drugged on the heady, salty flavor of his desire.

  She could have lapped at him all night if Brandon’s fingers hadn’t tightened over her head and forced her lips lower until she was kissing that blind eye. Kristen might be innocent, but she wasn’t totally naïve. She knew what came next and parted her lips to clamp them around his bulbous head and suck, earning herself another groan and jerk.

  Then there was no more patience left in him. Controlling both the tempo and speed of her head and fist, he taught her how to fuck him in a whole new way. Kristen couldn’t deny that she enjoyed the lesson, taking to it with an enthusiasm spurred on by her own ever-growing desire.

  She was wet and ready to be filled but having too much fun to stop. Thankfully, she didn’t have to. Thankfully, she had Dylan to help ease the burn of her own enflamed lusts. With a mutter, he shifted behind her, dragging her leg over the thick bulge of his own and stuffing the head of his cock into her aching opening with a rough motion Kristen loved.

  Then he was holding her still with a tight grip on her hips as he began to pound into her with a merciless frenzy that had her going wild and fucking Brandon with the same enthusiasm. It didn’t take but minutes before her whole world started to come apart at the seams.

  Kristen came in a hard, orgasmic explosion that had her bucking and convulsing with the avalanche of rapturous delight flooding through her. Brandon and Dylan were right there with her, grunting and straining as they both went tense. Then Kristen had to swallow quickly as both men came with echoing roars.

  Then Dylan collapsed, sandwiching Kristen in a hot, sweaty oven as she ended up plastered against Brandon’s heaving chest. Kristen’s breasts lifted in rhythm with his as she gasped in rough, ragged breaths, trying to calm the rapid fire of her heartbeat, but only time could slow it down.

  The seconds dripped past as the euphoric cloud that had bloomed through Kristen finally began to recede, allowing her to catch her breath and become increasingly aware of how sticky she was. It was time for another shower, and a shower meant it was time for another round.

  Kristen didn’t think she was up to that. Even as she began to squirm for freedom, she felt the ache down below had taken on a strange soreness that left her moving with a little hesitation. Thankfully neither of her men commented as they released her, rolling away from each other and starting to rise to their feet.

  “I can’t.” Kristen blurted that out with a blush as she took note that neither man was what could be defined as soft. “I’m sorry.”

  “Oh, princess, you don’t have to apologize,” Dylan quickly assured her as he held a hand out to her. “I promise. No more.”

  “Though it sh
ould be noted that you started it the last time,” Brandon tacked on before offering her up a firm warning. “So, if it’s a no-go, keep your hands to yourself.”

  Kristen bit back a smile and nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  “Then I think you better grab a shower alone,” Dylan suggested, not bothering to disguise his own smug smile. “We wouldn’t want to tempt you.”

  Kristen laughed at that and allowed him to pull her off the bed. The two men went to the other bathrooms that were tucked in on the enormous top floor of their house, leaving Kristen to shower alone and retreat back to bed, where they soon joined her. Once again she found herself tucked in between them, surrounded by the warm musk that lulled her to sleep.

  As she was drifting off, she heard Dylan offer up another point in what appeared to be Brandon and his ongoing argument.

  “That’s another first I let you have,” he grumped as Brandon yawned.

  “Oh, shut up, Dylan.”

  Chapter 19

  Monday, May 26th

  Kristen woke up feeling better than she ever had. The sun shined brighter, the birds tweeted louder, and she ended up needing another shower before she made it out of bed. Hell, Brandon and Dylan started before she’d even fully woken up. They roused her from her sweet dreams into a world of erotic heat, making her moan and twist and beg for their fucking.

  Then they gave it to her, each man playing with her tight rear entrance as they pumped into her, driving her insane with whispered promises of what was to come and making her ache for it in a way that almost had her begging for both of them at the same time.

  She wasn’t ready for that and was still a little embarrassed by their intimate touches. They seemed to know not to push, allowing her the time and room to adjust to their intentions. Unfortunately they didn’t have the time to give to hers as she asked them over breakfast if they would care to join her at the festival Cybil’s church was holding that Memorial Day.