Hot, Wild & Crazy [Loving in Silver 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Lynn Stark

  Bending, Max kissed the tip of her nose. He loved her freckles and he had been pleased to discover that they could be found anywhere on her luscious body.

  “What’s that about your parents being really, really old? I wouldn’t think they were much out of their fifties.”

  A giggle escaped her as she grinned up at him. Max loved the sound. “They’re both in their fifties. But Emily will pass along the comment about them being really, really old. And she’ll keep reminding my mom and dad that they’re too old to chase three rowdy kids around. My kids are usually very well behaved.”

  Laughing, Max ushered Maggie out of the bedroom and through the house until they were back outside with their lovers. “I imagine there will be some payback for that comment.”

  “Yes. Of course there will be. I look forward to it.” She looked around, seeing how they had changed things up and how they now had a cozy love nest in front of the large fireplace. “Oh, I would kill for a smaller version of this when I add on to the house.” Max handed her a glass of wine after she stretched out on the oversized chaise, where Sean and Ethan were once again entertaining themselves. They were wrestling around and kissing passionately. “I love to see men kiss. I don’t know why.” She glanced at Max and wiggled her eyebrows. “It’s just sexy as hell. Don’t you and I have something to finish?”

  She winked and leaned back against the cushions, showing off her curves, the creamy, freckle-covered skin he wanted to explore, completely confident in her body’s allure. Max’s gaze swept over her, from her slender feet to the mass of gorgeous dark red curls. There wasn’t an inch of her that he didn’t find beautiful.

  “We’ll get to that. If Sean and E can stop sucking each other’s faces, we have a few things for you.”

  Maggie squealed and jumped up again. “I’ll be right back!”

  Shaking his head, Max laughed. Sean and E and jumped apart in surprise and were staring questioningly at him. He shrugged. “I have no clue. What did you do with all the things we got her?”

  “I left the bags over there by the door.” Ethan got up and went for the bags. When he came back, he took everything out and placed them on the table. “She’s going to love this stuff.”

  Stuff about covered it. It was eclectic assortment of gifts. Max had no clue how Maggie would react, but since they’d only had fun and lightheartedness in mind when they had chosen the gifts, he was sure she would like everything. When Maggie returned with three small wrapped boxes in her hands, he chuckled. One of the boxes was pressed into his hand before she gave Sean and Ethan theirs. Then she was waiting, an eager expression on her beautiful face.

  “Well, open them!” she said encouragingly, smiling and wiggling her fingers.

  Max gave her a smile in return as he examined the beautifully wrapped package, with its big, fancy bow. The paper had black and silver stripes. The bow was black. “It’s almost too pretty to open.”

  When the slender fingers wiggled again and Maggie began bouncing on her toes, which made her lush breasts bounce, Max decided to draw out the anticipation. Glancing from the ribbon to her breasts, he was able to achieve maximum results as he searched for the end of the ribbon. He searched, breasts bounced. E and Sean were close by, also searching. They then made a big production of not ripping the paper. Max grinned when he heard Maggie making a sound of frustration. When the paper was nearly off Maggie reached for the box in his hands, though she stopped short of actually taking it. He laughed outright at that, as did E and Sean.

  “Problem?” Max asked, finally peeling the paper away and dropping it carelessly to the floor.

  Maggie squealed in frustration. “Just open the damn boxes!”

  Reaching for her, Max pulled her into his arms, hugging her tight as he flipped the lid off the box with his thumb. They stared at the contents together. “Fuck, if that isn’t one beautiful knife.”

  “Damn, Maggie, you know how to turn a guy on,” Ethan said as he took his knife out of the box and examined it from every possible angle.

  “Do you like them?” she asked anxiously, bouncing again. Max didn’t mind. Her right boob was sliding up and down his ribcage. “The moment I saw them, I had to get them for you guys.”

  “They’re perfect, Maggie. Thank you,” Sean told her. Max saw the grin that spread across Sean’s face. There was a glint in Sean’s blue eyes that was a promise of things to come. “Now we have to thank you for your gifts to us.”

  Playfulness seemed to be Maggie’s middle name. Sean took one step toward her and she was breaking free of Max’s light hold on her, running off, dodging furniture, and heading outside onto the dark paths weaving around the cabin. They grinned at one another, dropped the knives on the chaise, and went after her, hard dicks leading the way.

  With the three of them searching, it didn’t take long to find the mischievous Maggie. She took on the role of wood sprite as she hid among the trees and the carefully chosen plants placed beneath them. Once she realized she had been discovered, Maggie bolted, leaping over ferns, her long limbs a flash of white as she ran down the path, her laughter a song in the night air.

  Max thought he was going to come just from the chase. His balls were tight to his body and he could feel drops of pre-cum leaking and splattering on his thighs. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been so turned on, and that was saying something. He was always driven mad by desire when with E and Sean. They never failed to make him feel as though he was the center of their universe, a feeling that was mutual. They loved and desired one another without boundaries. Now they were drawn to Maggie, trying to bring her into their lives, to fill in a piece that they hadn’t known was missing.

  This hot, wild, and crazy lust they were feeling at the moment was only part of what Max felt for Maggie. It was a good thing, but it wasn’t everything. He was certain he was beginning to fall in love with her. She was everything he could want in a woman and he hoped that he, as well as Ethan and Sean, were what she would want in her men. He knew he wanted a future with her. If his partners didn’t, it would come as a shock. They were very attuned to one another’s wants, needs, and desires.

  Ethan raced past Max at the last moment, just as they had circled around the cabin’s grounds for a second time, following a different path to the rear patio area. Maggie had gone back into the lanai and was on the chaise and laughing as the light from the fire danced over her creamy skin. Ethan was on her in a heartbeat, growling and nibbling on her neck as he pinned her to the cushions.

  Max didn’t waste any time in giving E a condom. Max tore the foil on another, tossing it aside as he rolled the condom down the length of his aching cock. He felt like a horny teenager again. He couldn’t get enough of her. “Ride him,” Max told Maggie. “And while you do, I’m planning on fucking your tight, virgin asshole.”

  The look Maggie threw him, along with a smug grin, set fire to Max’s blood. “And what will Sean be doing?”

  “He’ll be feeding you his cock. You’ll be fucking and sucking the three of us at the same time. Any objections?”

  Dark auburn curls danced as Maggie shook her head. Green eyes sparkled with excitement. “Not a one. Now, let’s see if you three can handle one woman?”

  It was a challenge, a playful hit to their collective manhood. Max smiled and went for the tube of lube they had tucked away. As he turned back he saw Maggie straddling E’s muscled thighs and crawling up his body and into position. Max and Sean watched as she took Ethan’s cock into her hand and guided it to her pussy. The swollen lips of her sex parted as the engorged red head pushed between them, disappearing into the hot, glistening flesh. Max took position behind her, straddling Ethan’s legs, while Sean kneeled beside their lovers’ heads. Maggie didn’t waste time. She took the purplish crown of Sean’s cock into her mouth, sucking him deep.

  “Get busy,” Sean growled to Max, and then laughed. “I won’t last long.”

  Max blinked and focused on what his part in their love making would be. He pour
ed a generous amount of lube on his fingers before he added more to Maggie’s tight, pink rosette. She pushed back as he rimmed it for a moment, teasing her, before pressing a finger into her dark channel.

  The moans from Max’s lovers were growing louder, were more drawn out, and were definitely pushing him closer to the edge. His balls were so tight he was finding it painful. Adding a second finger, he scissored them as gently as he could while still accomplishing what he needed to do. Maggie had told them that she had never had anal sex and he wanted to be certain it was a pleasant experience and not one she would regret. Later, if she wanted a bit of pain or a little rougher, they could work on that. He added a third finger, and then a fourth, before withdrawing them and adding more lube. Then he was lining up the head of his cock with the twitching opening.

  The heat and the tightness of Maggie’s body around his cock tested his control. His gaze was fixed to where their bodies were joined. He watched as his flesh pushed in. He heard her swift intake of breath and stilled, giving her time to adjust. When Maggie relaxed, Max moved, pushing in further. With Ethan buried in her pussy, it was a tight fit. He could feel the man’s cock through the membranes separating them. Excitement raced over his skin like a current of electricity. Max’s body shook with the restraint he had placed upon himself.

  Inch by inch, Max worked his way into Maggie’s body. She pushed back, encouraging him. Once he bottomed out he took a moment to stroke the mounds of her beautiful ass. Her skin was like silk beneath his palms. He wished they weren’t callused, but she didn’t seem to mind the way their working hands felt upon her body. If anything, she enjoyed every touch, every caress, no matter how rough the calluses were against her skin.

  As Maggie rode his cock and Ethan’s, her mouth was being fucked by Sean’s. It was a very erotic sight, one Max was enjoying immensely. Skin slapped against skin. Passionate moans filled the air. His fingers gripped her flesh as he began fucking her hard and fast, her dark channel clinging to his cock in a way which was driving him mad, the pleasure was so intense.

  Max was driven closer to the edge, until he was teetering there, when Sean came with a loud shout. Max watched as Maggie sucked their lover’s cock, cum pumping into her mouth. Ethan began bucking beneath Maggie as he came. Max could feel the hardening of the other man’s cock against his. His body jerked as pleasure hit him with incredible force, fire flashing through his veins like a wildfire.

  He had never felt anything like it. Well, he had, with Sean and Ethan, but never with a woman. To him it meant he had found something special, another to share a perfect passion with.

  Weakened, his limbs trembling, Max moved carefully, aware of the many limbs he needed to avoid as he left his lovers, leaving them laughing and playing in their afterglow. He went through the house to the bathroom connected to the master bedroom. He disposed of the condom and went to turn on the shower. A minute later he was stepping into the center of a dozen spray jets, groaning at the impact of the water on his hot skin.

  He jumped in surprise when the door opened and three people pushed in. There was a lot of laughter, Maggie giggling as she moved into the center. Evidently playtime was far from over. They scrubbed themselves and one another, sharing wet kisses and naughty hands in private places.

  Though Max had shared many wonderful years with Sean and Ethan, Maggie brought something new to their relationship. It wasn’t just the hot sex. It wasn’t that she was one very delicious, sexually adventurous female. It was because she was bright, vibrant, and so full of life that it surrounded everyone around her.

  With their skin still tingling from being rubbed vigorously with warmed towels, they fell into bed, pleasantly exhausted. Ethan fed Maggie a couple of chocolate-covered strawberries and tipped a glass of champagne to her passion-plumped lips.

  The flames licked over the logs in the fireplace opposite the bed. They talked, they whispered, and they laughed a lot. It felt good and right. Though he didn’t want to look at their time together as a tryout, Max believed that so far, Maggie was the perfect woman for them.

  Chapter Eight

  Maggie hid her smile as her three little workers made trip after trip from the workshop where she made her pottery, to the large van she had borrowed from a friend. She had purposely packed two sets of sugar bowls and creamers in each box, making it easier for her children to help. There were eighteen boxes and she made a point of checking each box off the list as they placed them into the back of the van. Her worked would be inspected. The list was another thing she had created. They liked to look it over when they were finished. They were very serious about their work.

  Next were the cups and saucers, again packed so the boxes weren’t overly heavy. After that, Maggie took over. She packed the plates, bowls, and pitchers, holding her breath that everything would fit in the rear of the van, leaving room for her children up front, on the second seat. She didn’t want to make two trips that day.

  But everything fit and they were soon on their way. The drive to town was a leisurely one. Maggie felt good about finally finishing the orders for two gift shops in town. There were also several pieces to take to the art gallery. Marley, the gallery’s owner, had been pestering her for months to bring more of the larger pieces of pottery to sell. The wealthy residents and tourists snatched them up almost as soon as they were displayed. Since she either made one-of-a-kind pieces, or very limited quantities of a design, her pottery had become quite collectable. She had a vibrant, quirky style which seemed to appeal to people. Flowers were a main theme, although she did enjoy splashes of color.

  “Mama, I’m melting,” Emily told Maggie as they finished carrying the last of the boxes into the gift shop. “It’s soooooo hot!”

  Samuel and Brant nodded. “Yes, Mama,” Samuel agreed. “It’s very hot.”

  Her lips twitched, but she bit back the grin that wanted to spread across her face. Though she wouldn’t describe her kids as sneaky, they did have their moments. She hadn’t missed them putting their swim suits in the van. What they didn’t know was that she had tucked her own in the large bag she carried. She could be sneaky, too.

  “Well, what do you propose we do about that?”

  The toe of Emily’s shoe moved back and forth on the concrete as she seemed to give it some thought. After a moment her eyebrows went up, she smiled, and gave Maggie her best ingenuous expression. “We could go swimming.”

  Brant and Samuel nodded vigorously. “Swimming would be fun, Mama,” Brant told her eagerly.

  “But we didn’t bring our suits. We can’t go swimming in our clothes. It’s against the rules.”

  “Uh.” The three looked at one another. More than one looked guilty. “We brought our suits,” Samuel confessed, looking sheepish.

  Maggie laughed. “Well, isn’t that just the best luck? You thought of everything, didn’t you? Hop in. We’ll go to the pool.” There were fist pumps and giggles as they began jumping around with excitement.

  They climbed into their car seats and she strapped them in. “But you don’t have your swimming suit, Mama!”

  “Don’t worry. I thought of everything, too.” She winked and closed the door.

  Two hours later, they were finishing their day out by going for ribs at the Silver Pig Bar and Grill. It really was too hot to go home to cook. The swim had been refreshing and Maggie wasn’t about to ruin the sensation.

  When they walked into the crowded restaurant, she wasn’t surprised to see that they would have to wait in line. The food was great. Her lips twitched when she heard the exaggerated sighs from her children.

  “The line’s too long,” Samuel complained. “My tummy’s grumbly.”

  “You have to learn to wait your turn,” she told the three gently. “We’ll only have to wait a few minutes. You’ll see.”

  There was some fidgeting, but again they proved that they were maturing. Gone were the days of vocal protests, stomping feet, and pouting…for the most part. When they were led to a large, round table in th
e corner, the three climbed onto the seats and opened the children’s menus they were handed. Maggie ordered four lemonades and opened her own menu. She was starving and the smells permeating the place was making her stomach growl.

  After making her decision, Maggie set the menu aside and looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Ethan, Sean, or Max. They had spoken over the phone a couple of dozen times, but she hadn’t seen them in the past three weeks. If she wasn’t up to her eyeballs in work and taking care of her children, the men were busy either on the ranch, working at the restaurant, or on a fire call. A wildfire had kept them away for ten days.

  Their passion-filled days and nights together were becoming a fuzzy memory and she definitely wanted to spend more time with the three men.

  Not just for sex, Maggie thought with a secretive smile. They were really beginning to get to know one another and what she was learning about the men, made her believe that they were the ones she could spend a lifetime with.

  Okay, so far they had met expectations. The sex was great. They had a lot in common. They worked on a ranch, and she had grown up on one. She was familiar with the topic when they told her about their day. They loved to talk to each other. She laughed. Talking to the guys was never boring. Still, they hadn’t gotten to spend a lot of time with her children, and she knew that was something that would have to change.

  Sighing, Maggie thought about how busy their lives were. While she could adjust her hours to suit her needs, they had three jobs to keep them busy. They worked fulltime on the ranch, worked extra hours at their restaurant, and they were also volunteer firefighters. The job worried her, but she was fully aware that ranching also had its dangers. Rick’s death was proof of that.

  Maggie looked around the dining area and toward the doorway to the kitchen. There was no sign of any of the men. It looked like another phone night.