County Sheriffs 1: Conquering Adversity (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Becca Van

  Misha nodded. “Yes.”

  Clay exhaled slowly, as if he’d been holding his breath and expected her to change her mind and reject them. That was so far from her wants and needs it was almost laughable, but seeing him and Spence so uncertain endeared them to her even more. However, when they didn’t move or say anything she began to get uncomfortable and wondered if she should walk out the door and head home, thinking that maybe she had made a mistake after all. She glanced down at the floor after meeting first his and then Spence’s gazes, and her cheeks grew hot and were no doubt as pink as they felt. She’d just put her trust in them and here they were staring at her as if she was some strange dish on a menu they wanted nothing to do with. She nearly sagged with relief when Clay took the two steps that were separating them.

  Clay cupped her face between both of his hands and lifted her gaze back up to his. “Thank you, Misha. I promise you’re safe with us.” He lowered his head and took her mouth with a rapacious kiss.

  She kissed him back just as hungrily and he groaned when her small hands found their way under his shirt and onto his skin. He was so hard and hot she wanted to touch every single inch of him. She sighed as her hands caressed their way up over his abs to his pecs and when her fingers threaded into the dusting of hair over his sternum, he growled.

  His fingers found the hem of her shirt and he broke the kiss long enough to tug it up over her head before discarding it on the floor. His hands landed on the skin of her shoulders and he smoothed them down her arms until he got to her wrists. He shifted his palms inward, one landing on her silk-covered belly and the other on her lower back.

  He was so fucking sexy and felt amazing beneath her fingertips. He lifted his lips from hers and swallowed loudly as he stared down at her breasts and silky purple teddy. She hoped he and Spence didn’t think she was too big up top because, although her breasts were contained, they were spilling out of the top. She suspected it was more than they could hold in their hands and hoped they weren’t turned off by her size.

  “Geezus.” Spence moved around from behind her and walked over to stand next to Clay. “That is the sexiest fucking sight I’ve ever seen.”

  Misha glanced from one to the other and back again. When she saw them both lick their lips at the same time, she had to close her eyes so she wouldn’t jump their bones.

  She jolted and her eyes snapped open when a thick finger traced over the edge of her silk and the top of her breasts. Clay’s eyelids were half lowered over his blue eyes but she didn’t need to see all of those orbs to see and feel the hunger radiating from him. She glanced over to Spence and watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed.

  “Beautiful,” Clay growled. He stepped back and pulled his shirt over his head before tossing it aside. She exhaled loudly when she saw all those hard ridged muscles beneath that tanned skin and even took a step forward as she raised her hand.

  “Not yet, honey,” Spence said. “Take your jeans off and lie on the bed.”

  Misha’s breathing sped up again as she fumbled with the button on her jeans. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of them. Spence winked at her as he pulled his shirt off and dropped it to the floor. She finally got the button on her jeans undone and felt for the zipper tag as she watched both men toe off their boots.

  Spence straightened, his gaze lowering to where her fingers were still fumbling and moved closer. “Let me help you, honey.”

  She nodded and held her breath as he pulled the zipper down before hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her jeans, easing them over her hips and down her legs.

  “Fuck me!” Spence rasped as he took in the form fitting purple teddy.

  “So fucking perfect.” Clay walked around her until he was standing behind her. When he wrapped a thick muscular arm around her waist, she sighed and leaned back against him. She wasn’t ashamed of her body but she was more than a little embarrassed about being nearly naked in front of two men since she’d never been naked in front of anyone ever before.

  She tensed when she felt his fingers on the bra clip of her teddy and held her breath when it sprang free. One of the reasons she’d brought the piece of lingerie, besides it being purple, was because of the unique design and she was very glad she hadn’t changed her mind because of the price. Spence’s and Clay’s reactions when they saw it was worth every dime she’d spent.

  Misha instinctively lifted her arms to cover her breasts, but Spence quickly, yet gently, clasped hold of her wrists to stop her. Clay caressed the straps down over her shoulders and arms until they caught on Spence’s hands where he was holding her. She licked suddenly dry lips and gazed at Spence from beneath her lowered lashes. The desire she saw in those green eyes sent shivers of lust racing up and down her spine and caused goose bumps to form over her skin. She felt her areolae ruche and her nipples hardened even more in the cooler ambient air, as well as reacting to those hot green orbs.

  “So fucking gorgeous,” Spence rasped just before he licked his own lips. He released her wrists and the top half of the teddy fell to her hips. “Your nipples look like delicious ripe berries,” Spence said in a deep gravelly voice. “I have to find out…”

  Whatever he was about to say got lost when he leaned down and lapped at one sensitive nipple. Misha moaned and she had to lock her knees when they threatened to buckle. She groaned louder when he took that nipple into his mouth and began to suckle on it. Cream dripped onto the gusset of her already sopping crotch and she squeezed her legs together, trying to circumvent the ache in her womb and pussy.

  Clay’s breath on her lower back was the only warning he’d moved, and his fingers or thumbs hooked into the material of her teddy and tugged it down her legs. Spence’s hands landed on her waist, gripping her body to keep her steady when she wobbled and a good thing, too, because she needed to hold on to his forearms to keep herself from falling into a puddle at his feet.

  She stepped out of her teddy when Clay tapped one leg first and then the other before he nudged her legs wider.

  Clay’s hands caressed up and down the outside of her legs until his fingers were only a hair’s breadth away from her wet cunt. She whimpered with arousal and, without conscious thought, rocked her hips back toward him.

  Spence released one nipple before latching on to the other, and just as she shifted her hands from Spence’s forearms to his shoulders, Clay wrapped an arm around her waist and maneuvered between her spread thighs.

  She cried out when his tongue licked her from bottom to top and back again, and prayed she wouldn’t make a fool of herself by falling. Her legs were shaking so much she didn’t know how much longer she’d be able to bear her own weight.

  Clay must have felt her predicament because, all of a sudden, she was scooped up into his arms. She had no idea how he was able to get to his feet while holding her in his embrace, but she was impressed by his display of strength.

  She met Clay’s gaze as he lowered her onto the bed and when she felt the cool sheet beneath her back noticed that one of the men had removed the covers. He crawled up beside her, cupped her cheek in his hand, and kissed her. The kiss was hot, wet, and wild, their tongues dancing and dueling with each other’s. She gasped and then moaned when he cupped a breast and kneaded it before he began plucking the nipple between his finger and thumb.

  Misha felt the mattress dip near her feet and knew that Spence had just got up on the bed, too. His large, warm, callused hands caressed up and down her legs and then he gently pried them apart. He moved between her legs, and after wrapping his arms around her lower thighs, he spread her legs even further.

  The strangled moan that emitted from her mouth when Spence licked up and down her folds was muffled by Clay’s mouth. She arched her hips, silently begging for more of the pleasure she was being given.

  Clay released her lips and began to lick and nibble down her neck. When he got to that spot just beneath her ear, he scraped his teeth along the tendon, making her cry out.

  Spence la
ved the flat of his tongue over her clit and the ache inside grew and grew, and grew. The trembling in her body increased until she was scared she was about to shake apart.

  All fear fled when a thick, manly finger rimmed her pussy hole and slowly, gently pressed up inside of her. She was so damn wet she could feel her juices trickling out onto her inner thighs and down over her ass.

  Clay licked and sucked on both nipples, alternating from one to the other and back again. While his mouth was suckling on one sensitive peak, his finger and thumb pinched and plucked at the other one.

  Misha was so overwhelmed with pleasure she couldn’t stay still. Her legs jerked, and if Spence hadn’t been holding them firmly, they would have been moving restlessly over the bed. She reached out blindly and sighed with pleasure when her hand connected with Clay’s bare chest. She smoothed her palm over every inch of exposed skin, relishing the sensation of touching him, of how warm and hard his chest and stomach was.

  Spence’s finger had worked its way up inside of her until it couldn’t go any further, and as he began to withdraw it, her internal muscles clamped around that digit, trying to keep it inside.

  She moaned when he stroked it back in as his tongue flickered rapidly over her sensitive, engorged pearl. Misha had thought that the heat she’d been feeling before was hot, but compared to the intense fire racing through her blood now, it had been inconsequential.

  When she felt more pressure in her pussy, she realized Spence had added another finger. He drove them in and out of her cunt, stroking nerves she never knew she had.

  Her belly quivered and jumped as he lashed her clit with his tongue and the coil inside of her grew tighter and tighter. Her heavy breathing was loud even to her own ears, but she couldn’t do anything about it, nor did she care. All she cared about was chasing those amazingly carnal sensations these two men elicited from her body.

  Each time Spence drove his fingers into her pussy, the pads rubbed over a magical spot on the top wall of her cunt, causing every muscle in her body to get tauter and tauter.

  The pleasure culminated into an intensity that stopped her breath in her lungs. Her mouth gaped open on a soundless cry and she went flying.

  White flashes of light sparked before her eyes and her whole body convulsed as the crescendo sent her careening toward the stars. Her internal muscles clamped and released, clenched and let go, in paroxysms of rapture so strong, she wondered if she was about to die. Black spots replaced the white flashes and there was a loud roaring in her ears. She finally managed to gasp in a breath and screamed softly as nirvana tossed her one way and then the other. Misha had no idea which way was up or down, but again, she didn’t care. All she cared about right at that moment was the pleasure threatening to consume her.

  The darkness receded, as did the roaring sound, as she began to come back down from the heights of ecstasy. Her breath wheezed in and out of her lungs like faulty bellows and her heart was racing in her chest and slamming against her sternum. After what seemed like hours, but could have been minutes or even seconds, her noisy shallow breaths began to slow, as did her frantic heartbeat.

  She forced her heavy eyelids open and blinked the haze from her gaze to find both Spence and Clay watching her intently. Both men looked very pleased with themselves, if the gleams in their eyes were anything to go by, and after the rapture she’d just experienced, they had every right to feel that way.

  “Are you okay, baby?” Clay asked as he stroked a hand up and down her arm.

  Misha licked her lips and nodded. Now that she’d experienced what lovemaking was about, she wanted more. She wanted to know what their skin tasted like against her tongue, wanted to know if their hard erections were as soft as she’d heard, but most importantly, she wanted to know what it was like to have their cocks inside of her.

  However, she wasn’t sure she was brave enough to ask for what she wanted.

  Chapter Ten

  Spence frowned when Misha didn’t answer Clay right away, but her eyes were still a little glazed over from her orgasm. He relaxed when she drew in a deep breath and nodded her head before answering, “Yes.”

  “You were amazing, honey.” Spence ran his hand up and down her leg.

  She shook her head. “I didn’t do anything.”

  “Yeah, you did,” Clay responded.

  Spence jumped in when she opened her mouth to speak. “You gave us your trust, Misha. That’s a big thing, and you didn’t try and fight us or hold back.”

  “Fight you? Why would I do that?” She frowned.

  “You’ve never been with a man before, baby. Letting yourself go like that was amazingly special. I’ve heard some innocent women have fought the pleasure their men were giving them.”

  “Were they idiots?” Misha snorted and then laughed.

  Spence loved seeing how her eyes and face lit up with her humor. She was gorgeous and sexy before, but when she laughed she seemed to have an inner glow. He mentally snorted when he realized he was getting poetic and downright sappy. He’d never done that before in his life.

  Clay and Spence joined in Misha’s laughter. Spence hadn’t felt so lighthearted, not since he’d first joined the Rangers. He, Clay, and the others had seen some pretty horrific stuff, and each time they went on tour to another war torn country, he felt as if another piece of his soul had iced over. Misha was changing all of that, and he had a feeling the more time he spent in her company, the more the ice would melt, and in his opinion that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

  Spence glanced at Clay when the laughter left Misha’s eyes and changed to desire once more. It took all of his self-control to remain still and not pounce on her. Although it had been ten or so minutes since Misha had climaxed, his cock was so hard it was aching. He wanted to undo the button on his jeans and lower the zipper to get some relief from the constriction of the denim, but he didn’t want Misha to feel pressured to have sex with him and Clay in any way.

  However, when he shifted, her gaze lowered to the bulge in his pants, and he couldn’t stop the groan that formed in his chest from escaping his mouth when she licked those luscious, full lips. Spence closed his eyes and prayed for patience.

  His eyes snapped open when he heard a rustle and clenched his hands into fists when he saw that Misha had rolled over to her hands and knees. She surprised the crap out of him when she began to crawl toward him. He was currently sitting on his bent legs but since he was starting to get pins and needles from lack of circulation he needed to move. Nonetheless, he waited to see what Misha was about to do.

  She sat back on her knees when they bumped his, and though he wanted to grab hold of her waist and haul her into his lap, he remained still. Misha straightened up on her knees, leaned forward and clasped his shoulders with her small, delicate hands and shimmied forward until she was straddling him. Spence didn’t remember unclenching his fists or moving his hands to her waist, but when he felt her soft, warm skin beneath his palms, he smoothed them up and down her sides, mapping out all her dips and curves.

  “What are you doing, honey?”

  Misha locked gazes with him and gave him a slow sultry smile that was so full of promise he didn’t need to hear her answer. Just as he was about to kiss her, she turned her head and looked back at Clay over her shoulder.

  “I want you,” she said in a breathy voice and then turned to meet his gaze again. “I want both of you to make love with me.”

  Clay scrambled down the bed until he was sitting next to him and Misha. “Are you sure that’s what you want, baby? If we make love to you, we will consider you ours.”

  “How do you mean?” Misha frowned.

  “Not like it sounds, honey. We don’t see you as a possession or someone to order about. What Clay means is that you will be our woman. If we make love, then it’s because you want a relationship with us.”

  “I do,” Misha said emphatically. “I tried to tell myself that being with two men was all kinds of wrong, but it’s not. I don’t care whether i
t’s not the norm in society to be with you both. I don’t care what others will think or say.” She paused to take a breath. “I don’t know how or why it’s happened, but I have feelings for both of you. I don’t know if it’s love, but I want to find out what being in a relationship with you is like.”

  Spence hooked an arm around her waist as he lowered his mouth to hers. Her blunt nails dug into the skin of his shoulders as they kissed voraciously and it took all of his strength to not just toss her onto the mattress, rip his jeans off, and sink into her tight heat. Instead, he scooted to the edge of the mattress and stood, taking her with him. He groaned when she wrapped her legs around his waist, her wet pussy pressed against his stomach and she began to rock her hips. But this time Spence didn’t want her coming unless he or Clay were buried deep inside of her.

  Spence broke the kiss and gasped out, “Hang on, honey.”

  “What? I am.” Misha frowned at him. Spence couldn’t help chuckling over her confusion.

  “I have too many clothes on, sweetheart.” Spence slowly lowered her to the floor and held her waist for a couple of seconds to make sure she was steady. She spun around when Clay spoke.

  “I don’t.”

  * * * *

  Misha’s mouth gaped open when she turned to find Clay had removed all of his clothes. He stood at the side of the bed with his arms hanging down at his sides and he didn’t look as if he felt uncomfortable being on display. She couldn’t stop her eyes from roaming over all the hard muscle or tanned skin, but when she got to his groin and she saw his long, thick, erect cock, she gasped. The tip of his hard dick almost reached his belly button and the girth looked to be nearly as thick as her wrist. When she felt the saliva pooling in her mouth, in danger of trickling out because her mouth was still open, she quickly closed it and swallowed.

  “Do you like what you see, baby?”

  Misha licked her dry lips, opened her mouth to answer, but closed it again before she nodded. She met his blue-eyed gaze for a moment and then looked down at his cock again when he moved his hand. His hand was so big that when he wrapped it around his hard penis he covered almost all of it, but she knew if she tried to do the same thing, she would be lucky if her fingers even came close to meeting.