Sparks Fly! A Divine Creek July 4th Family Reunion [Divine Creek Ranch 11] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Heather Rainier

  Maya inhaled deeply and shifted back and forth, rubbing her palms on her denim cutoffs as they waited. Richard heard voices in the stairwell as someone made their way down. He grew tense and wondered if the elevator would arrive and they could make their escape before being seen.

  Boone and Maya were the ones into the kinky stuff, and they were having fun drawing Kendall and Richard into their adventures, but stuff like this still made him nervous. An elevator in an office building was about as close as he could get to sex in a public place. He wrestled with the nerves and watched Maya’s excitement grow as the voices came closer and closer.

  Finally, the light above the left-hand elevator lit, and the door whooshed open. They entered silently, and he sighed with relief when the doors slowly slid closed on the sound of footsteps at the bottom of the stairs.

  Richard reached in his jeans pocket and pulled out the pad of sticky notes and peeled one off. Being the tallest, by far, of all of them, this job was his as he stretched and stuck the yellow notepaper to the lens on the security camera and did the same with the one in the opposite corner. Boone hit the second floor button and “lock” button on the elevator before the doors could slide open again. They’d chosen a holiday like today where the businesses located in the building were likely to be closed, for which he was grateful.

  “Is that it?” Maya’s eyes twinkled with excitement as she turned to the three of them.

  Boone nodded. “This old elevator has been retrofitted with cameras but that’s it. And those are video-only so you can be as noisy at you want.”

  Maya snickered and said, “Someone did their research in advance.”

  Boone had a teasing glint in his eyes as he approached her. “Damn straight. I don’t want anyone else to have video of us fucking your glorious body,” he growled as he unbuttoned her cutoffs. “I did a little checking around to make sure this was the best spot.”

  Richard wondered how far in advance Boone had planned this little escapade, knowing how much he enjoyed playing to Maya’s kinky side.

  “How did you decide?” Maya asked cryptically as Boone jerked at the zipper.

  Boone chuckled. “Rock, paper, scissors.”

  A lascivious giggle rippled from Maya. “And who lost?”

  Kendall raised his hand. “But I don’t consider myself a loser because you give amazing head, babydoll. C’mere.”

  “Plus, you know I wouldn’t make you wait until afterward.”

  Maya gracefully kneeled in her unbuttoned cutoffs and sandals as Boone stripped her tank top over her head and draped it over the railing. Maya placed her knees on the toes of Kendall’s boots, and Richard watched as she quickly undid Kendall’s fly and freed his cock. With a great show of enthusiasm, Maya licked and teased his dick until he looked ready to explode, and then she dove on him, suddenly sucking his cock to the back of her throat. Kendall caressed the back of her head and moaned in approval.

  It filled Richard’s heart with satisfaction that Maya enjoyed sex with them so much. In the months since their marriage, her ardor for them had never wavered, and Richard knew he was a lucky, lucky man.

  Boone pulled a couple of Ziploc bags from his pockets, dropping one that contained white folded squares on the floor and pulling the condoms and lube from another. Richard could say one thing about his kinky-minded brother. The guy was prepared.

  Kendall leaned against the wall of the elevator car and groaned as Maya held on to his thighs and sucked his cock with happy little noises. Her cheeks grew rosy as she released his shaft and winked at Richard then licked Kendall’s balls. Richard smiled back at her and noticed that Kendall had taken to doing a little manscaping, trimming the hairs at the base of his cock shorter. Richard grinned, thinking that only Kendall would think to encourage their wife to give him oral pleasure by maintaining the landscape for her comfort. He was one considerate pervert.

  Kendall growled softly, and Richard noticed that Maya had slid her hands to the backs of his knees, above where his blue jeans were bunched. She slowly grazed her fingernails in a slow, sensual caress up the backs of his thighs, his growl turning to a low moan as she neared his balls with painstakingly slow movements. Kendall grasped her shoulder with one shaking hand and stroked the back of her bobbing head with the other.

  “Get ready, babydoll! Oh, you’re killing me! Fuck!” He flexed against her as sweat poured from his forehead. “Yes!” Judging by his tone, she’d reached her destination as her fingertips disappeared between his legs. Suddenly his eyes popped open, and Richard heard a sultry giggle come from Maya. Kendall tensed violently, and his head bounced against the wall of the elevator, his climax obvious in his expression. “Fuck!” Boone might be the kinky one, but Kendall had discovered a fondness for anal play.

  Maya swallowed his cum as Kendall panted and his hips rocked. Richard’s cock throbbed as he watched Maya sigh in satisfaction. She released Kendall and looked up at him with adoration in her eyes as the tension left him, then turned her beautiful blue-green gaze on Richard and Boone. Boone handed her a wet wipe to clean her hands with while he unzipped his shorts and they fell to the elevator floor.

  Richard unbuttoned his jeans as she rose from her kneeling position and turned to him with lust in her eyes. Boone opened the tube of lube and slicked his condom-sheathed cock as Maya slid her cutoffs from her hips and stepped from them. Putting on a sexy little show for them, she turned and picked them up off the floor, sticking her ass out so they could see her bare, G-string-clad flesh. She rose, wiggling her ass as if she were a pole dancer, and grinned at them both over her shoulder. She put her shorts with her tank top and laid a gentle hand on Kendall, where he recovered against the wall.

  “You okay, baby?”

  Kendall smiled at her and patted her hand on his pectoral and nodded breathlessly. Maya slid the skimpy blue G-string from her hips and laid the damp scrap of satin with the other clothes then added her bra to the collection, revealing the bounty of her gorgeous, full breasts.

  Richard’s cock twitched when he took in the sight of her nude body. A big smile appeared on her face as he shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down and his big, throbbing cock jutted out at her. His balls drew up in anticipation, and a drop of pre-cum cleared his slit when she licked her lips like she was starving for him.

  Boone groaned as he stroked the lube over his cock and growled, “Ready, baby?”

  Maya’s sultry gaze in Boone’s direction said as much as her words. “More than ready. I’m dying for this.”

  Kendall adjusted his clothing as Richard yanked his T-shirt over his head and threw it in the direction of her clothes, not caring if it landed on the floor or not. He wanted to be skin on skin with her for this.

  Maya reached for him, and he joined his lips to hers as she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on when he lifted her. She wound her long, sexy legs around his waist and wiggled against him when he nudged his rigid shaft along her pussy.

  “Yes, Richard. Gimme your big cock,” she whispered against his neck before kissing his chest. She gazed up at him as he thrust and filled her, fitting her body against his in the most intimate way.

  He felt so blessed to have such a beautiful, caring woman in his life, and he remembered the day he and his brothers had bonded their lives with hers the previous summer. Looking like a fairy princess, she’d leaped from the bank of Divine Creek right into his waiting arms as he’d stood on their flat rock out in the water, trusting that he would catch her.

  Maya had devoted herself to loving them since the night she’d declared herself, and Richard was grateful for her love and the way she’d pulled him from the grief he’d lived with for so long.

  Rolling his hips, he thrust against her, sliding his cock in and out of her silken little cunt. “I love you, Maya,” he murmured, kissing her fragrant throat. Her long blonde curls tickled his nose as he breathed in her intoxicating scent.

  Boone moved behind her. “Ready?”

  Maya let out a deep, happy
sigh as she laid her head flat against Richard’s chest and wiggled between them before holding still for Boone.

  Boone crowded her back entrance, and she quivered around Richard’s shaft as Boone breached her opening. Maya pressed her breasts against Richard’s chest and gasped as Boone took her a little at a time. Richard groaned at the tightness and struggled to contain his release as it threatened before they’d even gotten started.

  He watched Maya, which didn’t help his fight for control, as she released a sexy moan. He could faintly hear the sounds of the parade going by on the street outside as Boone drew her hair over one shoulder, baring the other for his kiss as he thrust inside her. With each stroke he took more and more of her ass as Richard held back with great difficulty. Finally, Boone nodded at him, and they began to move inside her, gradually establishing a sensual rhythm as she moaned and wiggled between them, slowly finding her place in their dance.

  “Not gonna last much longer,” Richard growled as he held on to her curvy little body and thrust in and out.

  Maya bit her lip and murmured her agreement as her pussy drew as tight as a vise around their cocks. Her movements became more forceful and wild as her orgasm approached.

  Boone mashed the two of them against the wall and ground out in a guttural, lustful tone, “I love fucking your ass, baby. I want you to come for me.”

  Her high-pitched panting cries turned to howls of ecstasy as she obeyed his command and looked up at Richard with undiluted pleasure in her eyes.

  “Yes, honey. Come for us,” Richard murmured as he kissed her temple and the tear that leaked from her eye.

  Unable to hold back any longer, he tightened his arms as he and his brother raced toward orgasm. His balls drew up tight, and the searing sensation zipped down his spine as his release gathered and shot from his cock in powerful, jetting streams. His head fell back, and he didn’t even register pain when it bounced against the wall. He only felt pleasure and a deep connection with her as his release continued to pump into her with each fierce thrust of his hips.

  Kendall reminded Richard of his presence as he chuckled lustfully and murmured, “Now that was red-fucking-hot.” He stood nearby, filming them with Maya’s little video recorder at her earlier request.

  Maya turned her head, looked at him, and giggled. “Yes, it was. When we talked about this adventure, I neglected to consider one thing, though.”

  “What’s that, honey?” Richard asked as he kissed beneath her jawbone.

  “I would need to be able to walk afterward.” She giggled. “I can’t even feel my legs.”

  Boone replied, “We’ve only been in here twenty minutes. Nobody is beating down the doors so we can take a few minutes to catch our breath. Damn, that was hot, baby.”

  A rosy, post-orgasmic blush colored Maya’s cheeks and spread down her throat and chest, and she sighed blissfully as she rested against Richard. Boone pulled from her ass, removed the condom, and retrieved the Ziploc bag containing the wet wipes.

  Maya watched and chuckled as he cleaned up. “You thought of everything, didn’t you, Boone?”

  Boone smirked and replied, “Ménage sex in an elevator. I figured these would come in handy.” He handed the wet wipes to her and placed the used items in the bag.

  Richard pulled from the sweet haven of Maya’s pussy and took the package of tissues from Boone. “Damn, where did you store all this stuff?”

  Boone smiled and pointed at his shorts. “Cargo pockets. Plus they’re cooler than jeans.”

  Richard cleaned up and helped Maya as she did the same, steadying her so she didn’t fall over. After he handed her the bra and G-string, he pulled his T-shirt back on and tucked it back into his blue jeans and zipped up.

  The scents of passion and sex filled the air as they put themselves in order. At Boone’s nod, Richard reached up and peeled the yellow sticky notes from the cameras and Boone hit the “Lock” button on the elevator. They all assumed casual we-didn’t-just-have-wild-sex-in-your-elevator stances as it descended to the ground floor. They had no way of knowing if anyone suspected that the elevator had been occupied while it was “unavailable.”

  The doors whooshed open, and they all breathed a sigh of relief when they peered out and no one was there. Maya waved and blew a kiss at one of the elevator security cameras, and then they scooted quickly from the building. Feeling satisfied, Richard couldn’t help the big grin plastered on his face as they rejoined the crowd in search of cotton candy and a porta-potty.

  * * * *

  Jayne Sheridan fanned herself as she sat in the folding chair between her cousin Grace and Seth Carter. Her heart hadn’t settled into a regular rhythm since Seth had sat down beside her.

  He turned to speak with one of the men and, her eyes were drawn to his arm, perched next to hers on his chair’s armrest. Up close, his tattooed skin looked nothing like what she would’ve expected. She wasn’t even sure what she’d expected. The tattoos were monochromatic, black with gray shading, and very intricate. The unusual design drew her eyes inexorably up his forearms to his lean, muscular biceps. She unconsciously leaned in to get a closer look and her fingers twitched with the desire to run a finger along his smooth skin. He cleared his throat and she looked up into his faintly amused blue eyes. Unsurprisingly, words failed her and she looked away.

  Think of something to say. Anything! The parade will be over soon and you might not have another chance.

  Sucking it up, she turned to him and asked, “Did it hurt?” right as a member of the local lowrider club, driving a customized 70s-model Chevy Impala, slowed to a halt in front of them. He turned up the volume on his sound system and “Low Rider” by WAR blasted from his speakers. She groaned softly, thinking Seth hadn’t heard her and she’d have to pretend like she hadn’t asked him a stupid question.

  Of course it hurt, you ninny.

  But Seth must’ve known she was speaking to him because he leaned close and said, “I’m sorry. What did you say?”

  Miss Tongue and Miss Lips forgot how to function as a unit when she inhaled his manly, clean scent. His long, black hair wafted in the breeze and caressed her cheek as she looked at his profile. Words failed her, again, and Jayne wanted to crawl under a rock.

  She mutely stared as the diffused sunlight illuminated his blue eyes until he finally turned to look at her. She suddenly forgot how to swallow and choked on her own spit.

  Oh, kill me now!

  Grace patted her back, and Jayne put her hands over her face and wanted to die of embarrassment. Seth leaned forward, looking at her with sincere concern in his eyes.

  “Are you all right?” he asked quietly.

  Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she settled back in her chair and wiped stray tears from her eyes. “Yes. I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened.” Yes, you do, you big dolt. You choked on your drool! Get a grip!

  She was grateful for the distraction when Maya, Kendall, Boone, and Richard arrived laden with bottles of water and cotton candy for the kids. Mutely, she nodded when Grace softly asked if everything was all right. She sipped from her water bottle and figured she would wait five minutes then make her pathetic loser excuses and walk the few blocks back to her house. She wasn’t even surprised by today’s outcome. Par for the course for her social life.

  Seth turned to her and short time later. “The lowrider made it impossible for me to hear you earlier. What were you trying to say?” He didn’t act as though she’d just royally humiliated herself or try to hide the concern that was still in his eyes. He merely chose not to remind her by overlooking it. He really wanted to know what she had said.

  Jayne took a deep breath.

  You might as well chat with him. It’s not possible to humiliate yourself further. Wait, don’t say that…

  Feeling a little more at ease, she replied, “I asked if it hurt.” She pointed at his wrist. “But that’s a stupid question, isn’t it?” She hoped it didn’t make him uncomfortable to point out his tattoos.

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sp; Giving her his full attention, he shook his head. “No. Some hurt worse than others, depending on how many nerve endings there are and how close the tattoo is to a bone or joint. None of it was unbearable.” As he spoke, he showed her the image on the underside of his wrist and then turned his arm so she could see the rest. There was so much to see she couldn’t take it all in at once.

  Not sure if she hid her inward cringe at his description very well, Jayne asked, “Was the pain worth it? It must’ve been a struggle to sit still through that.”

  Seth contemplated her words stoically for a few seconds, but when he looked back into her eyes, she thought she saw the hint of a smile. “Some things in life are worth the struggle.”

  Jayne nodded and sat back as his words echoed in her thoughts. She had personal experience with struggles. When the parade drew to a close she stood and folded her chair as the others made preparations to leave.

  Grace turned to Jayne and said, “Instead of walking back for your car, do you want to just ride out to the ranch with one of us? We’ll give you a ride back into town whenever you’re ready to go home.”

  Jayne hated to be an inconvenience to anyone like that and started to shake her head. “It won’t take but a few minutes. I’m only three blocks away.”

  Gaining her immediate attention with a gentle hand on her bare upper arm, Seth said, “Would you like to ride with me, Jayne?”

  Just about anywhere you want to take me, handsome.

  She looked at where he gestured behind the flatbed trailer to a sparkling, well-maintained motorcycle parked in a row with two others. She recognized the Harley-Davidson emblem on a chrome part and bit her lip.

  Grace asked, “Ever ridden on a Harley before, Jayne?”

  Jayne stifled a gasp at that question because Grace already knew the answer. Since making the move back to Divine in February after the breakup with her rather staid former fiancé, Jayne had spent a lot of time getting caught up with her cousins. She’d heard about a lot of their escapades, and they knew all about her lack thereof.