Saving Greyson [Men of McKenna Downs 5] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Zoey Marcel

  “Are you sure?” Kendall asked. “Sometimes lust can feel like love. I had that with Charlie.”

  As much as she loved her sister, it was time to call the twerp on her bullshit. “You loved Charlie. It was love as much as it was lust.”

  That shut her up.

  “It’s the same thing with me and these five men. I know that’s probably hard to understand, but that’s just the way it is.”

  “I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to be rude. I really am happy for you, but what happens if you get sick of them?”

  Mellie smiled. “I’m sure we’ll annoy each other at times. That’s life and it’s normal, but we love each other and we’re committed to forever.”

  “That sounds like a drag. I hate that word commitment.”

  Maybe that was another reason Kendall and Charlie had broken up years ago.

  “I didn’t mean we would stay married because we made a promise. We’ll stay married because we love each other and we’re committed to making the other person happy. Being with them makes me happy and I make them happy. Why shouldn’t we be together?”

  “Don’t get me wrong. It’s great to be happy, and the shiny ring you sent me a picture of means they’re keepers, but what if they gang up on you and turn all macho caveman on you?”

  Mellie licked her lips quietly and refrained from groaning. “That would be yummy and hot.”

  “Well yeah, in the bedroom, but what happens if they get all man-happy outside of it?”

  “I wouldn’t have a problem with it.”

  That would be hot!

  “Oh my god! Are you in one of those weird sex relationships where it’s all about the man’s ego and being tied up all the time?”

  She laughed, deciding against mentioning BDSM to her sister. If Kendall was freaking out now, she’d probably turn spazzy if Mellie mentioned anything about power exchange.

  “Charlie Huntington gave me his phone number to give to you.”

  Silence fell on the other end.

  “I forgot he lived in South Dakota,” Kendall mumbled.

  “No, you didn’t.”

  “No, I didn’t. It just sounds bad to admit to remembering the name of the small town he said he lived in.”

  “There’s nothing wrong with still caring about your first boyfriend when you’re both still single.”

  “Is he single?”

  Mellie wanted to laugh at the poor attempt at nonchalance on her sister’s end. “Yes.”

  “In his thirties and never married.” Kendall sounded annoyed. “I bet he whores it up with a different woman every night.”

  “Maybe, but since we already established that you don’t care…”

  “I don’t. I’m over him. I already told you I’m going to move to New York City to make it big in the fashion industry and then I’m moving to Paris. No man is going to tie me down and keep me from living my dreams. No offense or anything.”

  She smirked. “I’m not offended. I’m perfectly happy with my choice.”

  “So am I. Can you believe that hot pervert wanted to share me with his brothers? That’s love for you.”

  “My men share me and they love me to death.”

  “Yeah, but your men probably aren’t like Charlie.”

  “A couple of them were. I tamed them a bit.”

  Kendall snickered. “Good for you. Show them who’s boss.”

  Mellie bit her lip in amusement. That would never fly with her cowboys. The studs spoiled her, but they’d never let her forget who was really in charge. They were perfect for her.

  “How many brothers does Charlie have?” Kendall asked. “He never told me.”

  Mellie thought for a moment. “I don’t know. I’ve seen them together, but I’m not sure if the one guy is a friend of theirs or a brother. I think most of them were brothers, or maybe all but the one guy. I think he has four brothers.”

  “Four?”

  Again she had to move the phone away from her ear when her sibling shrieked. “Yeah, wait. Maybe it’s three brothers and a friend who lives with them. I can’t remember.”

  “Well, you don’t know anything, do you?”

  Melanie laughed at her teasing. “No. Not really. You could always call Charlie up and ask him…unless you’re still a lesbian.”

  The silence echoed with guilt on her sister’s end.

  “I have a confession to make. I was never a lesbian.”

  Mellie had wondered that before, but after Charlie had moved back to his hometown of McKenna Downs in South Dakota, Kendall had stayed with Amelia. Melanie hadn’t been sure if it was because they were roommates like her sister said, or if Kendall was a lesbian after all.

  “After Charlie said he wanted me to move to some cowpoke town in the wilderness of South Dakota and share me with his redneck brothers, I panicked.”

  Mellie almost laughed. She’d seen Charlie’s brothers. Like him they were tall, muscular, and insanely hot. Justin Huntington was leaner and had more of a teenage heartthrob look going on rather than macho like his older brothers. She didn’t really know the Huntingtons, but a girl had eyes and respectful acknowledgment of nature’s goodness toward them in the testosterone department from afar. For as smoking as they were, she felt that her men were hotter and better designed for her.

  Now if her sister wanted the Huntington devils, she was fine with that.

  Kendall continued. “I told Charlie back then that I was breaking up with him, but he told me no.”

  Mellie grinned at the memory. “I remember you telling me that.”

  “He said, ‘We’re not breaking up. We’re great together and you’re hysterical. Shh. It’s okay, woman.’”

  She laughed and then Kendall snickered.

  “It pissed me off, but it was kind of hot, too. I kept telling him it was over and he kept telling me it wasn’t and coming around and threatening to spank me if I didn’t get ready for our date. Whenever I would explain to him that I was going to New York and Paris to have a fashion career, he told me I wasn’t and that I’d feel differently about my future once I was stuffed with cocks and adorned in jewels.”

  Both women laughed.

  “I mean what the fuck?” Kendall said through laughter. “Then he started talking about me popping out his babies and his brothers’ babies. Freak. Who does that? I finally had to move in with Amelia like she wanted me to and pretend to be a lesbian. It was her idea. Brilliant.”

  “Charlie’s not stupid.”

  “I know. He didn’t seem like he bought it either. He called me a coward and told me he’d be in South Dakota when I came to my senses. My senses are fine. He’s the one who’s out of his mind.”

  Mellie sobered. “You should talk to him.”

  “I can’t tell him I lied. He already knows, but I can’t admit to it. Besides, it’s been years.”

  “I feel bad for you guys. You’re so perfect for each other.”

  “Things are looking up for me. I’ve almost scrimped up enough money to move to New York. Romance might even be in the air. Well, maybe just a fling. I don’t know.”

  “Do tell.”

  Kendall sounded giddy. “Okay, so I met someone online. Actually two people.”

  Mellie’s stomach turned cold and knotted. “God, Kendall, no, that’s dangerous. One of my fiancés had to deal with a stalker problem in his past because of meeting someone online. And you think I’m crazy marrying men I know and love? At least I’ve got five men who want to protect me.”

  “Calm yourself. I met the one guy on this site and we hit it off really good. He’s really into that whole BDSM thing. It’s kind of exciting. We haven’t met, but it sounds like we have a lot in common, except he’s a cattle rancher with a big family. It’s okay, though, because it’s just an online relationship, and if we ever do meet, it’ll be in public.”

  “Good. Protect yourself, girly.”

  “No worries. I was thinking maybe I’d stop by to visit you on my way to New York in a few months. If things go
well maybe I’ll head over to whatever part of South Dakota this man lives in.”

  Mellie rolled her eyes at her sister’s reckless behavior, then became intrigued. “He lives in South Dakota?”

  “Yeah,” Kendall said in a cheery voice. “His name is Quentin.”

  The thought wandered through Mellie’s mind that Quentin was the name of the friend who lived at the Huntingtons’ cattle ranch. South Dakota was vast, though. It probably wasn’t the same Quentin.

  Still…

  “Which part of South Dakota does he live in?”

  “I don’t know. We don’t get too specific with our locations. That would be stupid, but since he’s in the same state as you, I might hit him on my way to New York.”

  “Ew.”

  Kendall snorted. “I meant meet him, not hit that. Perv.”

  “Right. You’re just going to have coffee with a Dom you have amazing chemistry with and are only going to see once. Sure.”

  “Well, you know, whatever happens will happen.”

  Curiosity nagged her. “What does Quentin look like?”

  “Like a hot African god.” Kendall sounded like she’d swoon on the other end. “I just saw a picture of his upper body…clothed. We’re being somewhat good. He’s got beautiful dark eyes and skin. He looks strong, too, and… I don’t know. The way he talks just does something to me.”

  Mellie tried not to laugh or blurt what she wanted to say. The Quentin who lived and worked at the Huntingtons’ cattle ranch outside of McKenna Downs was African American. It could all be one grand coincidence, of course, but the many similarities had her beaming.

  “What about the other guy?”

  Kendall sounded smitten. “I met him on a different site. He’s more vanilla and younger than me. God, he’s so mischievous and funny. He cracks me up. I can talk to him about anything. Whenever I have a bad day, just talking with him or texting him cheers me up.”

  “What’s his name?”

  “His name is Justin.”

  Mellie’s jaw dropped. Could it be Justin Huntington? He’d said he met someone online named Kendall and had been corresponding with her for a while. “Where’s he from?”

  “Ugh. South Dakota. Apparently all the men who are good for me live there.”

  She couldn’t stop grinning. “Do you love them?”

  “I…” Kendall foundered for her words. “No. We don’t use those words. New York. Paris. Those are my words. I should get going.”

  “Kendall, do you want Charlie’s phone number?”

  A heavy pause followed.

  “I don’t need it. I’m a designer, not a doormat.”

  “Okay. I’ll just throw the note away and we can forget all about it.”

  “Wait,” Kendall blurted with urgency. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to have it. Not that I’m ever going to use it or anything, but not having it might bother me.”

  Mellie smiled. “I’ll give it to you.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Mellie lay on her back on the bed, surrounded by her men. This was the moment she’d wondered and fantasized about since Emmett first brought it up—the night she would be with all five of her cowboys at the same time. She couldn’t wait. Already her slit was saturated with cream.

  She felt the balmy warmth of Diego’s exhale on her sex just before his lips seasoned her bare pussy with tender kisses. A breathy gasp skated from her, and she arched to get closer to him. The gentle kisses invigorated every nerve ending she had down there.

  Hunter massaged her right foot and Emmett rubbed her left one.

  Jake gave her a nice hand massage while Greyson sat on her other side and rolled her breasts in his hands.

  Diego raked his teeth over the seam of her cunt, thrilling her skin with a unique sensation. His light chomps and playful nibbles on her warm labia sent electrical charges through her at the unfulfilled threat of pain.

  “Does this pressure feel okay, sweetness?” Hunter asked.

  “It does. Thank you.”

  “I’ve never thought much one way or the other about feet, but yours are really pretty,” he told her.

  The compliment moved her. “You’re so sweet to me.”

  “You deserve it.” He kissed her foot in appreciation.

  She bucked and a smooth moan slipped from her when Diego went down on her and sucked her fleshy nether lips into his mouth like he was starving for them.

  His mouth on her body seemed to inspire the others. Hunter began kissing her toes individually and Emmett started suckling the toes on her other foot into his mouth. Her feet were clean, thankfully. It was wet and ticklish feeling their mouths on her, but there was a delicious kind of objectification mixed with worship about having her feet licked by her men.

  Jake slurped on her fingers in between laving the divide between each one with his tongue, which provided her with another interesting stimulation.

  Greyson leaned over and kissed a warm, humid trail down her belly. She quivered beneath his descending lips, feeling her pussy moisten when he kissed her belly button. When he started tracing hot, sloppy circles around and down into her navel it made her cunt ache with urges.

  Diego lapped at her creamy slit, grunting like a feral animal while her other cowboys used their mouths to pleasure different parts of her body.

  She cried out and writhed when Diego speared his tongue up her vagina and fucked her with it. He caressed hot, carnal knowledge all inside her walls, using his fingers to keep her sex lips spread while he executed his dirty will on her.

  She felt powerless and loved as they worshiped her body with their expert mouths.

  Greyson’s finger dipped into her cleft to rub her soft clitoris, eliciting tiny mewls of want from her. Her body undulated at the creeping blanket of seduction that swiftly infiltrated her defenses. He kept covering her belly with kisses while playing with her clit.

  Jake pressed a steamy kiss into her palm and proceeded to lavish her arm with erotic kisses.

  Emmett and Hunter kept sucking on her toes and licking the soles of her clean feet.

  Greyson tickled her clit faster and Diego dug deep inside her with the searing heat of his wet tongue. Mellie writhed and uttered unintelligible pleas.

  The scalding pressure and hedonistic sparks demanded her attention. Nothing seemed to matter but the inevitable edge she drew closer and closer to falling over.

  “Please, Sir. May I come?”

  “You can come,” Greyson permitted.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  A final touch of his finger and thrust of Diego’s tongue sent her over. Her aura burst with hot waves of ecstasy and caused her to convulse uncontrollably. When the storm of sensations had passed, Diego lapped up the mess her pussy made while Greyson petted her tummy.

  Hunter and Emmett reined in the tongue action on her feet and went back to kissing them.

  Jake licked under her arm, which made her uneasy, but she had bathed before doing this, so she relaxed.

  “Good?” Diego teased.

  She grinned. “Very good, Master. Thank you.”

  “It was my pleasure, dolce.”

  The forbidden sight of five ripped, naked men sporting stiff erections for her made her mouth water and her vagina ache. They wanted her as badly as she craved them.

  “Greyson and I will be inside your cunt at the same time,” Diego explained. “The others will be in your ass and mouth. I’m not certain where the fifth man is supposed to go.”

  “I’ll try her hand, but if that doesn’t work out I’ll just wait my turn,” Hunter offered.

  Jake bobbed his head up and laughed. “That’s gonna suck for you. Mellie will be so crazy hot and distracted by everything she’ll probably forget to touch you.”

  Hunter smiled. “Yeah, I’m thinking I might just sit this one out and take my turn afterward.”

  “I can try, but I don’t know if the hand job will be very good for you with everything else going on,” Mellie confessed. “Wow. I can’t believ
e this is really going to happen.”

  “Believe it, gorgeous. You deserve this much pleasure,” Emmett told her. “Am I correct in assuming that no one here has done this position before?”

  They all either shook their heads or said no.

  “Good.”

  The touching and licking continued and they gave her several more climaxes before Jake primed her hot, swollen folds with the lubricant.

  “Come here, slick.” Greyson put his hands on her and gave her a quick kiss.

  The other men moved and he rolled with Mellie until she was on top of him. They made out slowly, deeply while somebody lubed her ass with a generous dowsing from behind. It felt like Diego’s fingers lodged deep inside her as he stretched and prepared her for the illicit invasion.

  “Scoot down to the foot of the bed, lover. It should be easier that way,” Diego instructed.

  Greyson didn’t flush or act embarrassed by the endearment. Instead he scooted his way to the foot of the bed until his legs dangled off, but the rest of him lay on the mattress. It touched her deeply that he had accepted that part of himself and no longer hid his feelings for Diego. She knew it meant the world to him, too.

  “Put me inside you,” Greyson commanded.

  “Gladly, Sir.” She offered him a fond smile and took his engorged cock by the base, savoring his drawn-out moan when she slowly impaled herself on the puffed up meat.

  Diego moved in from behind after Greyson pulled her forward against his chest. His body heat simmered against her legs, making her feel warm and close to him.

  “Fuck,” Diego breathed in awe. “I know we prepared her well, but the fit will be very snug. Is there room for me in there, amigo?”

  “I doubt it.” A slow, perverted smile turned up Greyson’s lips. “But you should definitely try.”

  Diego chuckled. “I agree.”