Hope Heals (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tymber Dalton

  She rested her head on Pete’s shoulder. “Thank you, guys. For tonight. Really. I appreciate it.” She let her right hand rest on Sam’s left thigh.

  A very strong, firm thigh.

  Both men were well built, toned, and tanned from their days spent working long hours outside.

  “Hey, we’re going to take care of you,” Pete said. “We promise. You don’t have to worry about anything with us around.”

  “Just my bills and any bullshit my ex-mother-in-law wants to throw my way.”

  “What?” Sam asked. “What do you mean?”

  “Oh, Dad thinks she might try to go to court to try to get custody of Jason, or visitation, or something.”

  “How? You’re his mother.”

  “That’s what I said. But Dad doesn’t trust her. Frankly, neither do I.”

  “So in other words, her apple didn’t fall far from the tree?” Pete asked.

  “You got that right.” She took another swallow of her beer. “That fucker. I wasted over twelve years of my life with him, between dating and being married. I was faithful to him, and he was out screwing around on me.” Another long pull on her beer. She felt the start of a buzz coming on and didn’t care. “Fucker,” she muttered again.

  “Well, you have Jason,” Sam said.

  “That’s the only good thing. And no, I don’t regret having my son.” She let out a sigh. “He’s the only thing I can thank Michael for.”

  “You need to live for you now,” Pete said. “You’ve got a lot of life left. And Jason needs his mom to be happy.”

  She looked up into Pete’s sweet brown eyes. They looked nothing like Michael’s blue eyes. When she’d first met Michael, she thought his eyes were beautiful. It wasn’t until now she realized how cold they looked compared to Pete’s eyes.

  And to Sam’s. She glanced at him to find his hazel gaze intense and focused solely on her.

  Parts of her felt warm in a way she knew had nothing to do with the beer.

  And considering that, before Michael died, it had been over a month since he’d touched her, and she damn sure hadn’t felt like pleasuring herself since then, she suddenly realized she was more than a little horny.

  In fact, she was a lot horny.

  The warmth spread, her clit beginning to throb a little.

  “Why are you two single again?” she asked. “I mean, besides being divorced.”

  The men shared a glance. “We hadn’t found anyone worth giving up our bachelorhood to,” Pete said.

  “Until now,” Sam added.

  Now she felt more than just warm. It felt like an inferno had flared to life inside her.

  “Until now?”

  Both men nodded.

  Reality tried to intrude. “What are you saying?” she whispered, unable to trust her voice.

  Sam laced his fingers through hers, brought her hand up to his mouth, and began tracing the contours of her flesh with his lips. “We’re saying we’re not interested in anyone but you. And, whenever you’re ready, we’d like to be here for you.”

  She looked at Pete. He smiled. “Don’t look so shocked. You couldn’t tell we were attracted to you?”

  “Both of you?” she asked.

  “Both of us,” Sam confirmed.

  “And,” Pete added, “if you say no, that’s fine. This has nothing to do with you working for us.” He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Or we try something, and if at any time you say stop, we stop.”

  They were hunks. They were sweet.

  They’re my bosses.

  She took another swallow of her beer, aware her hand trembled.

  Anger washed over her. That bastard cheated on me with at least two different women.

  Hell, two that she knew about. How many more were there?

  Fuck it. She had a right to be happy, dammit. It didn’t matter he was dead. If she’d left his ass, she would have felt justified in sleeping with someone else if she’d met the right guy.

  So what if it was two hunky guys she was already attracted to?

  It’d been over fourteen years since she’d been with anyone except Michael.

  Dammit, they’re right. It is time I live for myself and be happy.

  She finished her beer. “I…I haven’t been to a doctor yet,” she softly admitted. “It’s not in my budget. And I don’t have any condoms.”

  The men exchanged a glance. Pete shook his head, and for a moment, she thought her sudden confidence was going to transform to despair that she wouldn’t be able to do anything with them after all.

  Sam screwed up his face in thought. “Hold on.” He got up and ran for his bedroom. A couple of minutes later he returned, a triumphant look on his face and a strip of three condoms in his hand.

  He dropped back down to the comforter. “They haven’t even expired yet,” he said with a grin.

  She handed Sam her beer. “Good.” She reached up, grabbed Pete’s head, and pulled him down for a kiss before her courage could flee.

  Sarah might have caught Pete by surprise at first, but it didn’t take him more than a moment to throw himself into it. He also took over, his tongue softly caressing her lips until they parted for him. Then he wrapped his arms around her and lowered her to the comforter, exploring and tasting and teasing.

  Sam moved, apparently to put their beers down. She was aware of him stretching out next to her on the comforter. When Pete finally lifted his lips from hers, Sam gently grabbed her chin and turned her face to his, capturing her lips in an equally scorching kiss.

  Yep, places inside her sprang to life like a Hallelujah chorus blasting at rock-concert levels in a deserted church. Her clit, for starters, asking for a little attention.

  Scratch that, begging for them to do to it with their tongues what their tongues had done to hers.

  And her nipples, as they peaked under her shirt, the light friction rubbing against them and turning up the amplifier on the chorus inside her body.

  Maybe it was the beer, or the anger, or the self-pity.

  She didn’t care.

  All she knew was she had two hunky guys, who each put Michael to shame, much less when taken together, who apparently wanted her.

  I’m no idiot. Not anymore, at least.

  The movie played on, forgotten, as the men took turns kissing her. Slowly, teasing, exploring. Neither seemed in a hurry.

  A huge difference from Michael, who’d always made it a personal challenge to see how fast he could get her off. In retrospect, while she’d always thought he was a good lover before, now with a little hindsight it felt like sex with him had always been hurried, in a way. Like he was determined to get her off, and wouldn’t let himself get off before she did.

  In the past, she’d thought that was courteous, silently snickering to herself when listening to friends bitch about how their husbands and boyfriends were sometimes inconsiderate in the sack.

  This felt relaxed, comforting. The men were definitely taking their time with her.

  Shoving thoughts about Michael out of her head, she closed her eyes and fully tossed herself into the experience. The way Sam smelled a little different than Pete, likely from his soap or shampoo. How when she slipped her hand under Pete’s shirt, her palm skimmed over toned abs and soft, silky hair dusting his chest.

  He let her pull his shirt off and she turned to Sam. Equally toned and in shape, she ran her fingers through the brown curls on his chest.

  The men reached down to the hem of her shirt. She raised her arms over her head so they could pull it off her. Now she was glad she’d opted to go braless that morning. Both men leaned in, their mouths encasing her nipples and drawing even more heat from her core and spreading it throughout her body.

  She let out a soft moan as her hands plunged into their hair. This was unlike anything she’d ever dreamed of, ever imagined possible.

  Even better than any of the books she’d read.

  Sam worked his way down her body while Pete reached over and p
almed her other breast, his fingers rolling her nipple and keeping it tightly peaked as he sucked on her other one. Sam’s lips blazed a hot trail down her belly, past her navel, to where he began working on her shorts. A moment later, he had her lying naked between them on the comforter.

  She closed her eyes as he pushed her thighs apart and she felt his hot breath brush over her pussy. Then his hands spread her open, exposing her clit.

  “We’re not letting you go until we show you what you do to us, baby,” he hoarsely promised before his lips settled over her throbbing clit.

  The deep, loud moan that escaped from her lungs surprised even her. Her grip on Pete’s head increased as she tried to hold on, feeling like she’d just dove off a cliff overlooking the ocean.

  It only took Sam a minute to trigger the first climax, her long, dry spell making her even more sensitive than usual. But he didn’t stop there. He eased up, taking long, slow swipes at her clit with his tongue, taking his time, building her back up again toward another release.

  Pete rose up on one arm and cupped the back of her neck with his hand. “Look at me, Sar.”

  She forced her eyes open. Pete’s brown eyes appeared almost black in the dim light. “Give us another one, baby. We want to hear you moan.”

  Sam took that as his cue, apparently, to begin sucking on her swollen clit again. Pete’s grip on the back of her neck tightened, not painfully, just enough to weaken any reservations that might have remained inside her about what they were doing.

  “Come for us, baby,” Pete softly urged. “I can see it in your eyes. You want to come for us.”

  It wasn’t her eyes Sam was focused on, and that’s where the second explosion originated. It felt like her world would unhinge as the powerful sensations flooded her core and raced to her extremities before rippling back to her clit again.

  “That’s it,” Pete coaxed. He changed position to cradle her body against his, his cheek pressed against hers as he reached around her to palm both of her breasts in his hands. He began lightly rolling and pinching her nipples between his fingers. “Another one.”

  She hooked an arm around him and held on for dear life. Her back arched when Sam inserted two fingers inside her cunt and slowly fucked her with them while flicking her clit with his tongue.

  Never had anything felt this good. She’d thought Michael was good in bed, but he’d rarely drawn two orgasms out of her in one sitting, and never as quickly as these men had.

  And it looked like number three was very likely.

  “He’s going to get you nice and wet,” Pete’s warm breath whispered in her ear. “Going to make sure you’re ready for our cocks. You have no idea how badly we’ve wanted this.”

  She shivered in his arms as orgasm number three built inside her, his words as much as his cousin’s talented tongue rushing her up the hill once more.

  Sam turned his gaze up, meeting hers along the length of her body. His eyes crinkled in a smile as he clamped down on her clit with his lips and sucked hard.

  Sarah threw her head back and let out a cry, the pleasure nearly overwhelming her. Nope, nothing had ever felt this good.

  Dammit, I’ve been missing out.

  “That’s it, baby,” Pete encouraged. “Fuck his hand.”

  She rocked her hips against Sam’s hand and mouth as the orgasm kept rolling and rolling through her without letting up. She felt dirty. She felt sexy.

  She felt desired.

  Pete pinched her nipples, hard enough to spike the pleasure levels and make her cry out again. “Just think what our cocks will feel like in you, slamming into that sweet pussy of yours.”

  She dug her nails into the back of Pete’s neck as number four ripped through her before the third orgasm had even settled down.

  Apparently satisfied by that, Sam backed off, withdrawing his hand and lightly licking at her pussy.

  As she lay there panting in Pete’s embrace, he turned her head and kissed her, hard and deep, possessively.

  Sam moved up next to them, taking her from Pete and crushing her lips with his. She tasted herself on him and wrapped her arms around him, wanting him inside her, hell, wanting both of them inside her, right then.

  Pete moved away for a second. She heard him taking off his shorts and the rustle of plastic before he returned and pressed his body against hers.

  Sam rolled onto his back, taking her with him. Pete grabbed her hips and pulled her onto her knees, which put her right over Sam’s hips.

  Sam reached down and unfastened his shorts and shoved them and his briefs down his hips. A large, thick, and cut cock greeted her.

  Without hesitation she wrapped her lips around him and sucked him into her mouth.

  He grabbed a couple of the pillows and put them under his head before he reached down and cupped her head in his hands. “That’s it, baby,” he hoarsely said. “Suck it good.”

  Behind her, Pete grabbed his obviously ample cock and rubbed the condom-clad head of it up and down her soaking cunt lips before pausing at her entrance. His voice sounded strained. “Last chance to say no.”

  She lifted her head just enough to beg, “Please, fuck me,” before diving onto Sam’s cock again.

  Pete speared her, hard and deep, driving a moan out of her before he fell still. “Oh, fuck, baby,” he whispered. “You’re so goddamned tight.”

  “She’s perfect,” Sam said, his voice also tight. “She’s goddamned beautifully perfect.”

  Her pussy throbbed, still echoing with vibrations from Sam’s talented mouth and now with Pete’s cock buried inside her and holding maddeningly still.

  Michael never filled and stretched her the way Pete did. And guessing from the size, he was every bit as endowed as Sam was.

  With Sam’s sac cupped in one hand, and her other wrapped around the base of his cock, she balanced on her elbows and let the men find the rhythm that worked for them.

  She didn’t care. She was in heaven.

  Pete started moving again, slowly, Sam using the motion to let his cousin drive her mouth deeper onto his cock with every thrust. Pretty soon, they seesawed her between them, and she was shocked to realize she thought she might be close to coming again, something that had never happened before while being fucked unless a vibrator or hand was involved with the assist.

  Pleasure overwhelmed her. The men took total charge, holding back and fucking her at both ends. With each stroke Pete took her nipples brushed against the comforter, adding an additional tingle to her already overtaxed nervous system.

  “I can’t hold back,” he grunted, speeding up, harder, deeper, until his thighs slapped against hers.

  Sam’s grip on her head tightened until he was fucking her mouth, pumping his hips up and seemingly sensing how deep he could go without gagging her.

  Another moan escaped her, muffled by Sam’s cock. She let go of his balls and snuck her hand underneath her, between her legs, furiously rubbing on her clit and finally tripping her over the edge of another orgasm.

  “Shit!” Pete gasped. His last several thrusts, harder and deeper than the others, drove her all the way onto Sam’s cock just as he exploded in her mouth.

  Sam let out a moan of his own. “Yes!” She swallowed eagerly, enjoying his taste, wanting every last drop.

  Finally, they all collapsed where they lay. Sam gently stroked her hair while Pete finally withdrew and spooned against her.

  Only the movie played on.

  After a few minutes, Sam lifted his head. “Are you all right, Sar?” Concern filled his voice.

  She let out a snort. “All right? Am I all right?” She tipped her head and met his gaze. “I’m fucking fantastic. And if you guys think I’m going to let this be just a one-night stand, you’d damn well better think again.”

  Pete chuckled as he nibbled on the nape of her neck. “Feel free to use us as your personal fuck toys any time you need to.”

  “Any time,” Sam echoed.

  She grinned. “You’d better believe I’m going
to take you up on that.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  The rest of the weekend, she didn’t get to spend much time alone with the men. But anytime they were together in the same room, they took great pains to make eye contact with her and send her sexy winks or other teasing gestures.

  She loved it.

  Sunday night, finally, after getting Jason put to bed, she headed over to their house.

  Unfortunately, they were all exhausted. Instead of sexy time, they all fell asleep on the couch while watching TV. At one point, Sarah sat up, disoriented for a moment until she realized where she was.

  Then she spotted the time on the cable box. “Oh, crap!”

  Sam and Pete both sat up, startled. “What?” they asked.

  “It’s after midnight! Crap!” She stood and looked around for her shoes. “My dad’s going to kill me!”

  Sam smiled. “What, are we back in high school?”

  “You don’t understand.” She found her Crocs and slipped them on. “I have to get home.”

  “We’ll walk you over,” Pete said.

  “No, it’s okay—”

  “That wasn’t just a suggestion,” Sam clarified with an arched brow. “We are walking you home.”

  She fought against her aggravation at falling asleep. “Okay, fine.”

  Pete grabbed a flashlight and together they trudged through the yard and across the pasture to the fence gate. Big Mac stood sleeping nearby, one rear foot cocked up. He didn’t stir until they reached the gate. Then, as Sam tried to get it open, the steer walked over and rubbed his nose up and down Sarah’s back.

  “Ugh! Big Mac, stop it.”

  The men didn’t bother concealing their snickers.

  “It’s not funny.”

  “You’d better keep your voice down or you’ll wake your dad,” Sam warned, his amusement visible in the glow from the flashlight.

  She glared at him but knew it wouldn’t do any good. He was too cute and sweet for her to stay irritated at him.

  When they approached the front porch, she let out a soft swear as she peeked through the windows alongside the door.

  “Dad’s asleep in his chair in the living room. I can’t go in that way or I’ll wake him up.”