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

by Cara Covington

  “Come for us.” Barry lifted his mouth from hers, then kissed her eyes and her nose, before settling on her lips once more.

  Jesse speared two fingers into her and sucked her clit into his mouth. That was more than enough, and not enough, and Charlotta exploded in orgasm. The fierce waves of pleasure swamped her, the bliss so intense she nearly cried from the sheer beauty of it.

  Jesse placed kisses against the flesh of her thighs, and then he was gone.

  Barry wasted no time. He slid his arms beneath her, then rolled, bringing her hot body over his. Charlotta’s legs opened, and she wiggled so that her pussy, hot and wet, coated his naked erect cock.

  Barry groaned and thrust up, rubbing his cock against her wet folds. Needing to give and not just take, she gained her knees, lifted her body, and reached for his cock. She placed him right where she needed him, at the opening of her cunt, and then she slowly slid down, until she had impaled herself completely on him.

  “I love your cunt.”

  Charlotta smiled, all worries, all fears gone. There was only this loving, and it was everything.

  “I love your cock, I love how it rubs inside me, how it stretches me every time you fuck me.”

  She moved on him, taking a seductive and sultry ride, up and down, then a tiny swirl as she made tiny little circles. She joined him in moaning as each time his cockhead neared the bottom, she shivered.

  A hand on her back pressed until obeying, she laid her head on Barry’s chest.

  Jesse wasted no time. He slicked lube between the cheeks of her ass, coating her anus. Then he pushed those coated fingers inside her, opening her rosebud, the burning stretch signally a deeper, darker hunger and need.

  “Fuck me, Jesse. I need to be full of you both.”

  “I love you, Charlotta. Take it, then. Take what you need. Do what you need.”

  Jesse placed the latex covered head of his cock against her anus and pushed, applying a steady pressure. Charlotta groaned, and did what her body demanded. She pushed back against Jesse’s cock.

  His cockhead entered her, and then he slid all the way in.

  “I want to fuck you both. Let me move with you.” Her hips rocked to a rhythm as old as time to music only they three could hear. Down and in, up and out, she undulated between Jesse and Barry, fucking them both, giving to them with every beat of her heart and every breath in her lungs. More than physical, this joining consumed them, so that breath and pulse merged and combined and became.

  They became one flesh, striving with one will, and when it happened, when they all three climaxed together, Charlotta believed that in that moment, they evolved, no longer three individual human beings. They’d become life mates. She was theirs and they were hers.

  Perfect unity, not just until death, but beyond.

  Chapter 24

  Charlotta stood in front of the mirror in the guest room at the Stinson’s. They’d had a nice dinner, the six of them, with good conversation, peppered with humorous anecdotes. Jesse and Barry had done a good job of recounting some of their less than stellar moments in a funny way. Of course, neither Hank nor Travis were slouches when it came to relating entertaining stories, either.

  Charlotta knew they’d all made a conscious decision to keep things light. Jesse, Barry, and Veronica were still in the process of getting to know each other as adults. And, of course, their hosts had been horrified when they’d first arrived the day before and they had gotten a look at her face. Charlotta had immediately assured them that she was fine, and then recounted the events of Monday.

  Hank and Travis had been furious that she’d been attacked, and backslapped her men, telling them they’d done well, when they learned that Jesse and Barry had not only arrived in the nick of time, but had knocked that bastard, Harris, senseless.

  She brought her attention back to her reflection. Turning her head this way and that, she had to admit the sad truth—this was as good as it was going to get. She’d decided to keep her makeup to a minimum—some eye shadow, mascara, and lip-gloss. Foundation would just make what already looked bad, appear even worse.

  Her men came to stand beside her. “Hey, baby, you’re beautiful.”

  “Looking gorgeous, princess.”

  “I love you both, but you’re terrible liars.” The bruise was now full on green and purple, and covered her left cheek, just below the eye to her nose, and down to her cheek bone. “If it was Halloween, at least I could claim I’m wearing a costume.”

  “We’re not lying, Charlotta.” Jesse turned her so that instead of looking in the mirror, she was looking at him. She couldn’t help but sigh. He’s so damn pretty.

  Jesse lifted her chin and placed a way too short kiss on her lips. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. Your beauty isn’t only in your face and figure. It’s your heart—the way you ache for your clients and reach out to those in need—even those who’ve wronged you. It’s in the way you were ready to take our whole family to the mat for us. But mostly, it’s in the way your eyes sparkle when you look at us and the way you melt when we have you between us.

  “You’re beautiful and will always be so, in our eyes.”

  Barry nuzzled her neck, right where it joined her shoulder. “He speaks nothing but the truth. We love you, Charlotta. And we can’t wait until you’re our wife.”

  “I can’t wait, either.” Charlotta wrapped her arms around Jesse and kissed him. His lips covered hers, and the taste of him soothed her, filled her, and made her hunger for more. Her tongue danced with his, a seductive salsa that spoke of closed doors and pounding hearts.

  She ended their kiss, and then turned around, intending to treat herself to a taste of Barry. He surprised her, gathering her in close and then covering her mouth with his. His tongue took possession of her mouth, a lone marauding Viking that conquered every inch of her. Jesse stayed close and ran his hand down her back, and she very nearly begged them to take her, now.

  Barry lifted his lips from hers and ran his finger over her bottom lip. “Later.” Then he turned her to face the mirror again. “See? Even more beautiful than just moments ago.” Then he grinned and winked. “Are we good, or what?”

  “Oh, you’re good, all right. Just let me fix my lipstick.”

  She used a tissue to clean off what was left of the first application, and then carefully applied a new coat. The bronze-plumb color suited her blonde hair and lightly tanned skin tone. Instead of a dress, she’d paired a dressy white silk blouse with delicate teal accents with her favorite pair of light blue jeans. Bling sparkled out from her ass and the front pockets of the jeans, and also down the outside of each leg.

  The deep V-neck of the top made a perfect frame for her favorite turquoise necklace—beads of various shapes on a round silver wire, with a teardrop piece of turquoise in the middle.

  She reached up, adjusting the necklace slightly. The stones had already absorbed some of her body heat, feeling warm to the touch.

  She turned to give her guys the once over. They really are very pretty, the two of them. Crisp white shirts, dark blue denim, and eyes that sparkled with mischief—one set grey and the other brown. When they walked into the nightclub later, with their black dress Stetsons on—well, she wondered how many women she’d have to beat off tonight.

  They didn’t go out often—busy lives meant off hours were relaxing hours—and she knew they’d never been to a bar where there was dancing before—though they had danced.

  At the community center in Lusty, they’d danced at their cousins Clay, Tasha, and Gord’s Commitment Ceremony, as well as attending a couple of the monthly dances.

  She didn’t care what anyone thought of her, or them, tonight. She was going to get the both of them up on the dance floor together with her, for at least one dance before midnight.

  No, I really don’t care what anyone thinks. She hadn’t made a habit of it, either, but the last few years—after her estrangement from her parents—had been different. It’s because a part of me
did believe the things my father said to me.

  Perhaps it was time to stop believing what really wasn’t true.

  “I like that smile,” Jesse said. “You look as if you just let something go.”

  “It’s the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen,” Barry agreed.

  How had she ever gotten so lucky to have found men who actually got her? “I just realized that a tiny part of me felt ashamed of having been a dancer, because that part of me believed that if my own parents could judge me as bad, then they must be right.”

  “And now you know they weren’t.”

  “No, they really weren’t. And yes, I think I did just let some of that go.”

  Barry picked up her hand and brought it to his lips. “Good. It took us a while to get there, too. Mother wanted us to apologize for our part in Phil and Gord Maxwell’s arrest. But we couldn’t do it.”

  “She made us feel as if we should, but we knew we’d done the right thing.”

  Charlotta knew that was only one thing they had in common, but it was important common ground.

  “You did do the right thing. And you are not outcasts.”

  “No,” Jesse said. “I know we’re not. But our head knowledge isn’t quite our heart knowledge yet.”

  “I know how that is. Mine, neither.”

  Yes, they certainly had that in common. She wondered how long it could be until she closed that gap for herself. She tilted her head to the side. “By the way, did the authorities ever catch up to those two?”

  “No. Deke Lawson says they’re still in the wind,” Jesse said. “The consensus is that the two of them headed back to Montana. But so far, there hasn’t even been a single sighting of them.”

  “They’re not considered dangerous to the public safety or security,” Barry said. “With government budget cuts every damn where, they’re likely going to remain free until they finally fuck up.”

  “You sound certain that they will.”

  The men looked at each other, and then laughed. “Trust us,” Barry said. “They’re not exactly the sharpest tools in the shed.”

  “Yeah, they’ll do something stupid, eventually. It’s just a matter of time. And speaking of time.” He swooped in for another kiss. “I think it’s time for us to put thoughts of our former friends away, and go and meet the others and make new friends. It’s nearly time to go.”

  “You’re right, it is. It’s New Year’s Eve. We’re here, at your sister’s house, about to enjoy the evening with her and her husbands and friends. So let’s get this party started.” She was looking forward to having a grand time. The sight of her bruise in the mirror once more caught her attention. Her men were right. She was beautiful.

  It was time to go and have fun.

  * * * *

  “This blows.” Gordie looked at him, his face turned down in the biggest pout Phil had ever seen on him. “If we were back home, man, we’d be out with our buds, having fun tonight.”

  “Yeah, this blows, big time. New Year’s fucking Eve, and here we sit in this damn no-tell-motel on the outskirts of Divine, Texas. I hear ya, little brother. But sitting here, even with the smell of mold and a television that doesn’t come in worth shit is still better than rotting away in prison.”

  “You’ve got me there, Phil. I just wish there was some way we could—you know, go out, and have a couple of beers. Remember what it used to be like for us—the good old days. I know once we get to Mexico things will be better. But I really need a break right now.”

  Phil leaned back against the headboard. The room was relatively clean, but old and worn. Years of cigarette smoke had leeched into the walls and carpet, adding to the plug-your-nose ambience. But it was a roof, it had two beds, and there were no stinking guards watching you piss on closed circuit TV. “We’ve done well, so far. We ain’t got caught, and we’ve come more than a thousand miles. We both agreed that we wanted to pay a visit to that bitch, Veronica Benedict. She lives somewhere near here. We’re right where we wanted to be, Gordie.” Phil wasn’t sure he really wanted to mess with Veronica anymore. They were only a day, two at most, from the Mexican border. They were so close to beginning their lives all over again.

  “You know what?” Gordie got up and paced. He looked like he was screwing up his courage. Finally he spun on his heel and faced Phil. “I don’t fucking care anymore, man. I just don’t fucking care. Let’s just get our asses to Mexico. We’re almost there. We’re almost home free!”

  “You don’t want to get some payback?”

  “Not if it means getting caught. I really can’t go back to prison, Phil. It was hell. Hell.”

  Phil knew that Gord had gotten beaten up a couple of times. He wasn’t sure if something else had happened to him—but he had his suspicions. “All right, Gordie.” The bottom line was, Phil had been having the exact same thoughts. They could take a chance, hope they could find her find Veronica. But what then? Sure, they could tear off a chunk. There would be some satisfaction in double poling old Chubbs. Phil hadn’t had sex in so long he’d forgotten what it was like. But the chance of them then getting caught…yeah that was really pretty high, especially since, if he recalled correctly, one of the men she was shacked up with was a cop.

  They just couldn’t risk it.

  “Okay. We’ll stay here in Divine a couple nights, get rested up, and then we’ll head out. Stuff will likely be closed tomorrow, so it makes sense to take the day and relax. We’ll go a bit farther before we ditch this car. Maybe we’ll hike the last bit on foot.”

  “Good. I feel good about that. About the only thing that would make me feel better is if we headed out to that place we passed when we went out for food earlier. I bet they’re having a party there at that nightclub. It’s New Year’s Eve! What do you say, Phil? We could go have a couple of beers, listen to some tunes. Hell, we might even, you know, get lucky. What do you say? It’s New Year’s Eve!”

  “I guess as long as we keep it short—two hours, no more. We’ve got the cash for some beer.” And he could use two fucking hours when he wasn’t thinking about survival, when he wasn’t trying to avoid getting caught.

  They’d done well so far. In a couple of towns up in Wyoming, they’d scored a couple of purses that had been stuffed with more money than they’d hoped for. They’d been careful with that cash, because they’d known the money had to last.

  Then there had been the care package from back home which had made all the difference. They’d managed to call their friend Paulie. Called him collect and thank God their bud hadn’t hung up on them. Paulie went to their mom, and she’d come through for them, big time. She’d sent them three grand in cash—sent it to one of the motels they’d stayed at outside of Denver, Colorado.

  Man, he’d sweated that, waiting there for three days for that parcel to arrive. She’d sent them some clothes, too, and it sure had been sweet trading the clothes they’d stolen and that didn’t fit well for their own. They’d no sooner taken delivery of that package than they’d left Denver. Hit the bus station, headed south, and then boosted a car.

  They were getting pretty good at boosting cars. They’d scammed a set of plates at a junkyard in Colorado, and used those with every new car they grabbed.

  Cops might look for that Ford Escort they had parked out front, one they’d stolen in Abilene. But they wouldn’t give a rat’s ass about a Ford Escort with plates that were issued by the great state of Colorado.

  Fortunately, they had clean clothes. It took them a while to shower and change. No sense in drawing undue attention to themselves by looking like stinking hobos. They donned their matching black button-front shirts and grabbed the new ball caps they’d bought the day before.

  It was after nine when they got in the car and headed out. It only took a few minutes to drive to the club. A sign out front read the Dancing Pony. The lot was nearly full. They parked the car in a back corner and then trekked to the front door. Two bouncers guarded the door. There were just a couple of people ahead of them. The so
und of music and the scent of beer hit them, and Phil closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, and sighed.

  He hadn’t known how much he’d missed this, how much he’d needed this, until just that very moment.

  The short line moved quickly and then they were face to face with two dudes that Phil definitely would not want to tangle with.

  “Evening, gents.”

  “Evening. Nice night. And a busy one, too, looks like.”

  “It is that. Cover charge of ten dollars each, please.”

  “Ten bucks a piece? Isn’t that a little rich? We only want a couple of beers! We don’t want to buy shares in the place!”

  “It’s New Year’s Eve. Pay or go,” the bouncer said. “Your choice.”

  Fuck. What the hell, he and Gordie had earned this break.

  “I got it,” his brother handed the bouncer a twenty.

  “Enjoy,” the bouncer said. He’d done all the talking. His partner didn’t look like the conversing type. He looked more like the munching nails for breakfast type.

  “Thank you,” Gord said. “Happy New Year.”

  “And to you.”

  He and Gord stepped into the nightclub. The music filled every inch of space. Phil looked around and sighed. People were dancing, laughing, and living.

  He nodded toward the bar and his brother grinned. They found a spot to cozy up, surprised when the guy who’d been standing there moved over and made room for them.

  They timed it right because it didn’t take one of the bartenders more than a couple of minutes to make his way down to them. As he reached them, a song ended and a whole lot of folks decided they were thirsty, too.

  “What’ll it be, gents?”

  “Beer. Whatever you have on tap that you’d recommend,” Phil said. In short order, two frosty mugs appeared before them. Phil tossed a twenty down, and the server was back in a blink with his change.

  “Happy New Year, brother,” Gord said, raising his glass. “May this year be better than the last one.”

  “Amen to that.” Phil took a drink and sighed. They’d had beer now and then in the last month or so, but nothing beat good tap beer, cold out of the keg.