Love Under Two Outcasts [The Lusty, Texas Collection] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Covington

  Their home was the three of them, together.

  Barry set her on her feet, cupped her face, and kissed her. His mouth firm, his tongue insistent, he swept in and devoured her.

  She wanted to give them all of her, fill every one of their wants and needs, to show them how much their love meant to her. She opened her mouth and surrendered, and found in that simple act a victory more potent than any she could ever have imagined.

  Barry lifted his mouth from hers. “I’ll never stop being grateful for you.”

  “You freed me. There were moments when I bought into the negatives that were hurled at me, moments when I didn’t like myself very much. You freed me.”

  “It’s what you’ve done for us, too, Charlotta. We’re perfect for each other.” Jesse ran his hand down her back and then turned her head, put a light, barely there kiss on her lips, and then ran a single finger down the front of her body, between her breasts.

  “It’s Christmas Eve, and I want to open my gift…the best gift, ever.”

  That was exactly what Charlotta wanted, too. With joyous enthusiasm and not one bit of finesse, she grabbed at their clothing as they relieved her of her own.

  It didn’t take long for them to get naked. Then Charlotta climbed Jesse, wrapped her arms and legs around him, and nibbled on his ear as he chuckled, as he wrapped his arms around her and held her flush against his skin.

  “I want you both to fuck me at the same time.” She leaned back, and looked at Barry. “I want both of your cocks inside me at the same time. One flesh. That’s what I want—what I need—more than anything.”

  “Then you have to let us be in control, baby. This first time we take you together, you have to let us be in control.”

  “I can be submissive.” She didn’t expect her lovers to look as if they were trying very hard not to laugh in response to that declaration.

  “Not really,” Jesse said, “and not naturally, and that’s fine. But this time, you can pretend that you are.”

  “I guess you’re right.”

  “We don’t need you to be anything but what you are, princess,” Barry said. “We just want to make sure we don’t hurt you.”

  “You would never hurt me.”

  “Not intentionally, no,” Jesse agreed. “But you feel so damn good, that when we get inside you, we’re always close to giving over to our feral beasts.”

  Charlotta grinned and licked her lips. “Yes, I know. It thrills me when you let go.”

  Jesse cupped her face. “We know that, and we love to thrill you. But not this time.”

  She saw real fear in his eyes, real concern. Loving him—loving them—she’d do anything and everything in her power to reassure them.

  “All right. Tell me what to do.”

  “Oh, that part’s easy, princess. Just let us love you.”

  Jesse laid her on their bed and met her gaze as he ranged over her. The love was there, in his eyes, heating and seeming to catch fire as he raked her with his gaze. He lifted his right hand from the bed and balancing so that he didn’t squish her, used that hand to caress her bare flesh.

  Her body knew his touch, and her nipples puckered in anticipation. He focused on her nipples, then looked up and into her eyes. “I could spend all day touching you. You’re soft, yet strong, and so very warm. You’re everything.”

  Barry stretched out beside her, and Jesse shifted so he was on her right, and then her thoughts spun away as both men put their mouths and their hands on her.

  Hot and wet, their mouths kissed, their tongues licked, and their lips encased, tugged, and teased. Charlotta reveled in their attention, her own hands hungry to stroke and cup and squeeze. Words weren’t needed. Tiny sounds, moans, groans, whimpers and mews conveyed pure emotion on a primal level. Masculine growls praised and warned, and sent shimmery shivers down a feminine spine.

  Nipples, male and female, drew tight, responding to the reign of Eros. Charlotta felt her juices gather and coat her slit. Her thumbs found tiny drops of pre-cum that emerged from engorged cocks. Their aromas combined, mingled in the air, and she inhaled it and called it passion.

  The hot glide of velvety, turgid flesh against her palms sent a signal to her pussy. Lower muscles pulsed, seeking cock to grasp, and her dampness grew.

  Jesse suckled her nipple hard as Barry moved down her body. Feral sounds commanded that she open to him and her body obeyed in a heartbeat.

  “Yes!” Charlotta bowed on the bed, pushing her cunt closer to the mouth that gave such exquisite pleasure. Barry’s tongue lapped and delved, then emerged to caress her clit before entering her once more.

  Needy and greedy, Charlotta tugged on Jesse’s cock. The sound that emerged from her throat, a begging kind of mew, gave way to a hum of pleasure as he moved up, and she sucked him in.

  So good. Her arousal rose, a pulsing rush up and up, as each hollowing of her cheeks and each lap of her juices fed the flames of bliss.

  Fingers thrust into her pussy, and arousal ignited into full, all-out orgasm. Charlotta screamed and surrendered to the rapture, each spasm of release more pleasurable that the last. She tried to bring Jesse’s cock back to her mouth, needing to taste him, but he denied her. Then Barry’s mouth left her but before she could protest, Jesse drew her over top of him.

  “Take my cock into your hot cunt, woman. Fuck me. I want to shoot my seed into you.”

  As if his command released her imprisoned voice, Charlotta obeyed, then nipped his chin and began to chant as she rode him. “I love your naked cock in me, love the heat of your cum shooting into me. I want your babies. I want both your babies and I want to know when we make them. We’ll feel it—that moment of life. Oh, yes, Jesse yes! Fuck me.”

  She moved her hips, giving a swirl, fucking him in a long, deep rhythm. When she felt fingers on her anus and the spread of the cool gel, she looked over her shoulder. “Give me your cock, Barry. I want it deep in my ass. I need you to fuck me, too.”

  “Look at me.”

  Jesse’s command whipped her head around and her gaze focused on him. “We’re triggered, Shar. You’re so fucking hot, so fucking good. So keep your eyes on me. Spread your legs a bit more…yeah, like that. Now let go. Let me fuck you, just will yourself to receive.”

  Barry’s fingers thrust into her anus, and she desperately wanted to chase them, to move her hips to fuck him right back. Two fingers became three, and he added a circular motion. The burn she’d been relishing turned to pain. Sharp, focused, the pain somehow added to her pleasure, making it fuller and richer.

  Jesse fucked her in a slow, steady pace as Barry finger fucked her. Then his fingers were gone, and the heat of his latex-covered cockhead pressed against her tiny pucker.

  “Let go, Shar. Just feel.”

  Charlotta discovered letting go was more difficult than she imagined. With each increased bit of pressure on her anus, her ass muscles clenched.

  A sharp slap landed on her ass cheek. “Let me in. Now.”

  Charlotta exhaled, and let every muscle go. She laid her head on Jesse’s chest, her legs relaxed and splayed wider, and fierce joy flooded her as Barry’s cock slid all the way inside her.

  “Princess?”

  “So…so good. Oh, yeah, just…I’ve never felt so full! So…” Words failed her again, but her body knew how to communicate. She shivered, she moaned, and her inner muscles gave a tiny little ripple as all her girl parts embraced all the boy parts inside her.

  “Oh, God, baby.”

  “Fuck…don’t, princess. Hanging on by a thread here.”

  “Fuck me. You won’t hurt me. Fuck me. Please!”

  “Let us do the work.” Jesse’s words warmed her forehead. She couldn’t think of the words to say, because just then they began to move. Stretched so tight, she felt each inch of penetration and retreat, and each second of thrusting held incomprehensible ecstasy. They somehow gave her what she’d not even known she needed, moving in and out of her in tandem so that she had constant cock pleasuring h
er. In and out, back and forth, they fucked her so thoroughly that her libido took over. Of its own volition it rose, bubbled forth, and then surged, covering her in a climax so acute, so deep, even her toes felt like they came. Two masculine grunts, and she imagined she’d heard the snapping of tethers as both men’s movements became faster, deeper, and more impassioned. They came at the same time, and the heat of their cum, the sensation of liquid spilling in her cunt and filling the condom in her ass tossed her off the cliff once more.

  Charlotta came and came and knew that this really was love. This was forever.

  * * * *

  Gene Harris inspected the tack room, his experienced eye taking stock of the degree of cleanliness of the equipment, and the way it had been organized. The new stable hand, Howard, knew what he was about. His references had checked out, but sometimes, that didn’t mean shit.

  Gene nodded, then just stood in the room and absorbed the peace of his surroundings. Late afternoon on Christmas Eve, most of the staff had left. Just Howard and Cal were still on-site. They’d be on duty overnight tonight.

  Gene himself would relieve them in the morning. The horses were never left alone. The amenities for staff weren’t plush, but they were serviceable. There was the stable office, of course, with phones and other bits of technology. At the back of the stable building, added on before Gene had become manager, stood a bunk room, complete with beds, a shower, a small fridge and a television. A microwave had been added, as well as a coffee pot and a two-person table. The small ten by twelve room afforded all the comforts of home for anyone used to working with animals.

  Beneath Gene’s calm exterior, a quiet rage burned within him. It was happening all over again, only this time, it was worse. Much, much worse.

  Gene had been ready to make his move then, too, when Charlotta had vanished from the Dollhouse. This time, the whore hadn’t quit her job and relocated. No, this time she’d gone away with that baby-faced dipshit Benedict and his brother.

  He’d been patient. He’d been certain that whatever fling she was having with baby-face, it wouldn’t last long, but it had been months.

  He’d followed them the last time they were here. Oh, they’d acted all proper during the therapy session, but Gene had known something was odd between them—between the three of them.

  Gene wasn’t sure what the hell was going on there. But months? She must be some piece of ass to be able to keep Benedict sniffing at her cunt for so many months. And he must have mega dollars to keep her working him for so long. Maybe she was planning to marry the poor sap.

  Gene felt everything inside him go still, as an idea—a brilliant idea—came to him. That was probably it. She was probably planning to land herself a rich husband. He could care less about that, really. He didn’t want to marry the bitch.

  He just wanted to fuck her. He wanted to fuck her every way a man could fuck a woman. Gene grinned. He especially wanted to play out his own personal fantasy, of her, bound and on her knees, blindfolded with her mouth held open for his cock to fuck.

  Gene just bet she’d be willing to put out to keep her Mister Moneybags from finding out about her past. I bet Benedict wouldn’t want to marry her if he found out she was nothing more than a whoring stripper.

  All he had to do was get her alone so he could give her an offer she couldn’t refuse. That could be a problem. She always had those two with her on Saturdays and Wednesdays, the only two days she came to the stables. Lately, she’d been arriving with them, so there was virtually no chance for him to waylay her. But if he could think of a way to get her here alone, then he knew he’d get what he wanted.

  Hell, when all was said and done and he’d had his fill of her, he might tell the poor dumb bastard about her past, anyway. It would sure as hell serve her right for her snotty attitude back in the summer.

  “Excuse me, Gene? Mrs. Conway’s office is on the phone.”

  Gene looked up at Howard. He’d forgotten for just a moment that he wasn’t alone here. Then the young man’s words registered. “Okay, thanks. You and Cal have all you need for the night?”

  “Yeah, we’re good. A six pack of Coke and a couple bags of munchies will get us through the night. Well, that and MTV.”

  “Good.” It was time for him to go home where he could sit and reason out his dilemma. He headed to the office and picked up the call. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Conway.”

  “It’s Willard, Mrs. Conway’s assistant, Gene. One moment please, and I’ll put her on the line.”

  Gene did a slow burn. That snot-nosed kid was a pain in the ass, always condescending, always acting so fucking better than him.

  And more often than not calling to put their mutual boss on the phone or to deliver a message, like he, Gene, was some sort of a lackey, expecting him to come running….that’s it.

  My God, that’s it, and it’s brilliant! That bitch Charlotta wouldn’t come alone in answer to his own summons, but he’d bet she’d come running in response to a request from Miriam Conway.

  All he had to do was arrange for a time when it was just him here. And he knew exactly how he’d do that, too.

  Chapter 20

  “I’d like to propose a toast.”

  Grandma Kate’s voice, though not particularly loud, brought the chatter to a hush and all eyes to her diminutive self. Looking beautiful in her maxi-length dress of red velvet with white and green trim, her snow white hair in its usual elegant chignon, Kate Benedict looked to be the perfect embodiment of Christmas.

  Jesse and Barry had told her that Christmas Eve had been Kate’s wedding anniversary, and that she would have been married to her men seventy-two years. Looking at her, Charlotta knew her devotion to Gerald and Patrick Benedict was as strong now as it ever had been.

  Charlotta would never have considered herself a woman particularly in tune with the past or the specters of a bygone era, but she felt as if this house, this very large house that had been the first to have been erected here on this land, was happy tonight. She could almost feel the spirits of those previous generations, like a blessing on this party hosted by Kate Benedict.

  The house certainly was full to bursting. Charlotta wondered if there were any who lived in Lusty, not in attendance here tonight. There had been food and gifts, music and laughter, and while she would have thought—all things considered—that she’d be uncomfortable in a gathering of this many wealthy people, she wasn’t. The Benedicts, Kendalls, and Jessops of Lusty, Texas were good people, welcoming and warm, who just happened to have a lot of money.

  Jesse’s arm came around her on her right, and Barry’s on her left. “Isn’t she something?” Barry’s whispered comment was full of awe.

  “Yes, she is. I want to be just like her when I grow up.”

  Jesse and Barry both smiled. “I think that is a wonderful aspiration to have,” Jesse said.

  “I think so, too,” Charlotta said. Then she turned her attention to the matriarch of the families.

  “To all of you, who over the last year came to be a part of us. We are richer for your presence in our lives, and so very happy that you’re here tonight, to celebrate Christmas with us.”

  “Here, here,” echoed throughout the room, and everyone sipped.

  “I have a toast, too.” Ginny Kendall came to stand beside Kate. “To you, Grandma Kate, a woman with a heart bigger than Texas, who’s made us feel welcome and loved, who’s made us all her family. We love you.”

  “To Grandma Kate!”

  The nonagenarian blushed, yet her eyes sparkled with pleasure. “Thank you all for coming tonight. You’ve made this Christmas special. Now, let’s get to those wonderful desserts so many of you made.”

  The music resumed, and Jesse looked at Charlotta, one eyebrow raised. She knew what he wanted to do—what he and Barry had asked if they could do. She nodded, and let him lead her to the lady in red.

  “Grandma Kate?”

  “Ah, there you are! Why, the three of you look so good together!” She’d taken J
esse’s hands in hers and turned her cheek for him to kiss. She repeated the gesture with Barry, and then turned her attention on Charlotta. “I’m so very happy you’ve joined us, Charlotta. How was your trip to Divine and to Austin?”

  “Good.” Charlotta looked at her men in turn. She knew what it was Grandma Kate was asking. I don’t know how she does it but Ari was right. The woman knows everything. “We’ve all begun to make peace with our pasts. Sometimes, that means admitting defeat, and moving on.”

  “Yes, it does. You can’t change other people, or make them respect you. We, each of us, can only change ourselves. And we are the only ones who can decide what our future will be.”

  “We’re going back to Divine for a New Year’s Eve party at the Dancing Pony.” Barry grinned, and Charlotta knew that he understood Kate’s heart, too.

  “Oh, that’s wonderful! I’m so glad you’re making a friendship with your sister. Tell me, did you get to know Grace and her men?”

  “Not yet, but Charlotta has told us about them some,” Jesse said.

  “Ah, yes, of course. You’d have met them through Camilla Parks. Good people, the Parks. This world is really full of more good people than those who aren’t. I truly believe that.”

  “I think so, too.” Charlotta would no longer let the negatives in her life have any influence. That would be one step she could take toward being more like Kate Benedict.

  “Grandma Kate, we wanted you to be the first to know.” Jesse looked at her and Barry and then turned back to Kate. “Charlotta has agreed to marry us.”

  “Oh! Oh that is the most wonderful news! We should tell everyone—unless?” she looked at them each in turn.

  “That would be great,” Jesse said. “Announce away.”

  “I will, but first, I need to ask you a personal question. Have you picked out an engagement ring, yet?”

  Jesse actually blushed. “No, ma’am. Even though we’ve known that we wanted to make Charlotta ours for the last several months, we didn’t get that one thing covered. Yet.”