A Hard Choice for Hanna [Hardwick Bay 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Morgan Henry

  “Nice try, but you know we both want you. And there being two of us doesn’t matter here, does it?” Kent responded. His hand crept up her thigh to her abdomen and began to fiddle with the button on her jeans.

  She moaned as Carter undid another button on her blouse and slipped his hand under the material to caress her soft skin. “Let us touch you, Hanna. Let us show you how good it can feel to be with the two of us.”

  “We’ll just touch tonight, Hanna. If you want us to stop, just say so,” Kent added.

  Carter almost held his breath when she didn’t answer right away. He continued to softly stroke the underside of her breasts through her bra and lick and nip her neck and earlobe.

  “But what about you two?” she asked hesitantly.

  “We’re fine just enjoying you for now. We’re not asking for you to reciprocate, just let us pleasure you,” Carter pleaded.

  She still hesitated. Carter could feel the tension in her shoulders with his mouth. “Just feel, sweet Hanna. Let go and just feel,” he whispered.

  He felt the tension leave her before she spoke and he was smiling onto her soft skin as she said okay in a small voice.

  Carter knew Kent was dying to get his mouth on Hanna’s pussy, but Carter wondered if that was going too far just yet. He frowned a little at Kent as he saw the other man undo her jeans and slip his hand down into them. Kent gave him a reassuring smile as he delved further.

  “You’re so wet for us, princess,” he said softly as he withdrew his hand from her pants and stuck his finger in his mouth. “You taste so sweet, like honey and wine. Taste her, Carter.” Kent threaded his fingers into her hair and made her look at Carter. “You want him to taste you, don’t you, Hanna?”

  Carter looked into Hanna’s passion-glazed eyes and didn’t see any fear or reluctance there. She nodded and he slipped his hand into her pants, too. He pulled his finger out and licked it clean. “You’re right,” he said hoarsely. “She tastes fabulous.” He leaned forward and took her mouth in a savage kiss. “Kent’s dying to eat your pretty pussy,” he said when he pulled away. “You want him to lick you until you come, don’t you?”

  Hanna bit her lip. She opened her mouth once and shut it, then tried again. “No one—” she said and stopped.

  “Has no one licked that pretty pussy of yours?” Kent asked hoarsely.

  She shook her head. Carter thought his cock was going to split his jeans open it was now so hard. He was pretty sure Hanna wasn’t a virgin, but he wasn’t prepared for what little experience she seemed to have had. He was almost surprised Kent hadn’t exploded in his pants with the knowledge that he would be the first to taste her luscious lower lips.

  “Are you ready to let me eat your little pussy?” Kent asked her gently.

  Hanna hesitated again, and then nodded.

  Kent slid off the couch, kneeling between her legs, and slowly slid her jeans off. Carter undid the rest of her shirt and slipped it off her shoulders. He unclasped her bra and slowly revealed her breasts. He groaned as he saw the pale globes crowned with dusky pink nipples. They were the perfect size for his hands and he grasped them gently. He kneaded them and bent down to suck one of the nipples into his mouth. Kent leaned forward and sucked on the other, causing Hanna to gasp and bow outward to them.

  Carter pulled her down so she was lying on the couch and he was kneeling on the floor, leaning over her to continue to kiss and caress her breasts. He could worship those tasty nipples all night. He threaded his hand into her hair and kissed her mouth again. He felt her squirm a bit and knew Kent was removing her panties. Carter glanced down and saw Kent placing one of her legs over the back of the couch and spreading the other wide so he could have access to her sex.

  “Look at that wondrous sight,” he said to Carter. “That is the sexiest pussy I have ever seen.”

  Carter had to agree. She had her hair trimmed into a neat little triangle. Her lips were pink and swollen with arousal. They were glistening with her tasty juices and he could just see her glorious pink pearl peeking out from its hood. “Bar none,” he said to Kent, then turned to Hanna. “Do you have any idea how hot Kent is for you now? The knowledge that he’s the first to lick you is driving him crazy with lust. Watch him feast on you.” Carter lifted her a little and stuffed a pillow behind her head so she could watch Kent.

  Kent smiled at her and slowly lowered himself between her legs. With the first swipe of his tongue, Hanna’s hips lifted off the couch as she cried out. Carter just about shot his load into his pants. The sight of his brother feasting on Hanna was so sexy.

  “Easy, sweet,” Carter murmured to her as he placed a hand on her pelvis to hold her down. The other arm went around her shoulders to help him pin her in place. “It only gets better from here.” He gave her a devilish grin and kissed her lips hungrily again.

  * * * *

  Hanna thought she was going to pass out with sensory overload. Carter kissed her lips like it was the last time he would ever be with a woman. She couldn’t move with the way they were holding her, and Kent! His tongue was doing things to her pussy she had never thought of.

  He licked his way up one side of her sex, then down the other in short, feathery little touches. He hadn’t touched her clit, but she was so close to orgasm with just their earlier fooling around that she feared she would come instantly when he did. He twirled his tongue around and over her lips some more and she couldn’t help but try to buck again.

  Carter lifted his head from her mouth and grinned at her in his cocky way. “Naughty,” he murmured and headed to her breasts again. He latched onto a nipple and sucked and pulled in a way that had lightening crackles of sensation heading directly to her womb. She felt her pussy clench on nothing as Kent’s tongue left her and she moaned with the loss.

  She heard a chuckle, and then felt a finger probe her gently. “Oh hell, her pussy’s sucking my finger in,” she heard Kent tell Carter.

  “Let me feel,” Carter rasped, and the finger left, only to be replaced by another. “Ah God! Think about how that will feel around your dick!” The digit left again. Hanna squirmed and tried to get that finger back touching her again. It amazed her that she was even more turned on hearing them talk about her.

  Carter looked at her and sucked his finger clean of her juices then he held her down again, his large hand splayed across her pelvis. “You are a naughty girl. Stay still,” he commanded. “Let Kent have his fun.”

  Kent eased two fingers into her this time, probing her gently, curling them this way and that. He suddenly hit a spot that had Hanna gasping and crying out again. It seemed that was what he was looking for, as he started rubbing it relentlessly. This had Hanna writhing under Carter’s hands while he sucked one nipple and played with the other.

  “Hold onto her,” Kent ordered Carter as he bent his head down and latched onto Hanna’s clit and sucked hard.

  Hanna screamed as her world exploded. Her orgasm hit her like a lightning strike and went on and on as Kent continued to suck her clit and lap at her juices while still finger fucking her. As she came down from the heights, she noticed Carter staring at her.

  “You’re beautiful when you come,” he told her, and Hanna blushed.

  “I could feast on you for days,” Kent said as he got up from her pussy and went into the washroom. He emerged with a washcloth and cleaned her pussy gently. She tried to take the cloth and do it herself, but Carter held her hands.

  “Let him look after you, he likes that almost as much,” he murmured in her ear.

  She relented and let the men dress her again. She looked at the large bulges in their jeans with embarrassment. She felt selfish that they had pleasured her without taking anything for themselves.

  Carter caught her looking and winked at her. “We said this was for you. We enjoyed every second of pleasing you and look forward to the time when we can all come together. It will be all the sweeter for waiting.”

  “Thank you,” Hanna managed to get out. “Thank you, both, i
t was…Amazing.”

  “We still would love it if you would stay,” Kent said, but she knew from his tone he didn’t expect her to.

  “I really can’t. I don’t have anything here,” Hanna protested.

  “We know, it’s okay,” Carter soothed her. “C’mon, sweet Hanna. Cuddle with us a little more before we take you home.”

  Chapter 7

  Over the next couple of weeks, Hanna spoke to Carter and Kent regularly, but they weren’t able to get together. Carter and Kent’s shifts as engineers at the nuclear plant didn’t mesh with her schedule at the clinic, especially since she had agreed to pick up a couple of shifts at the emergency clinic. As the weather got better, the emergency clinic was always busier.

  The men managed to talk her into signing up for the softball team, against her better judgment. She made them promise to help her practice everything before the games started. She knew she was going to need a lot of help even if the team was “for fun only.” It had been years since she had played and she was not up for complete humiliation.

  She agreed to meet them the next Sunday afternoon to work on her game at their place since there was more space. They wanted her to come for the day, but Hanna had made up her mind to stop being a baby and go to church with her mom, then out to lunch.

  It was a cloudy Sunday morning as she set off to meet her mom in Port Seguin. Hanna had dressed up a bit to please her mom. She wore a plain gray skirt, pale green blouse, and low heels, but she decided to forgo the nylons.

  She went to the home her parents had chosen for retirement—a modest bungalow in a quiet neighborhood. Hanna liked the little house and knew they were happy with the move. She was surprised, though, that her dad was not joining them.

  “I’ll go to Seguin United, like I usually do,” he told Hanna. “I like it there and Reverend Heather has the most interesting sermons.”

  “Well, at least meet us for lunch,” she pleaded. “I haven’t seen you in a while.” Hanna was a little daunted that her dad wasn’t coming. Not that she didn’t love her mom. It’s just that she and her dad were more alike.

  “I’d love to,” he said as he kissed her cheek and they parted ways. “Why don’t you text me when you’re done and I’ll meet you at the restaurant you decide to hit.”

  “Will do, Dad,” Hanna replied. She turned to her mom. “So what’s on tap at the church today?”

  “You are going to love the service, dear,” her mother told her. “I can’t wait for you to meet everyone.”

  I hope I don’t have to meet everyone, thought Hanna. No, stop judging! Be nice to your mom and everyone else at the church.

  She tried to smile at her mom and said, “It will be nice to meet some of your friends. I’m looking forward to lunch with Dad, too. I’m surprised you’re not going to the United Church with him.” Hanna hadn’t missed the thin-lipped disapproving stare that her mother had thrown Harry’s way when he mentioned going to the United Church.

  “Well, I find this church a better fit,” Linda replied primly. “Isn’t that skirt a bit short for church? And why aren’t you wearing stockings?”

  Hanna groaned inwardly then tried to stop herself from pre-judging again. But she was worried this was going to be a long morning.

  The church her mom directed her to was a beautiful building. It was quite modern and had a lot of “extras.” There was a large kitchen, dining room, gymnasium, several childcare rooms, and dormitories. Though she couldn’t figure out why the church needed dormitories. Not to mention the huge sound system in the sanctuary.

  The service was fairly typical—hymns, scripture, offering, sermon. Hanna wasn’t familiar with any of the hymns, but tried to sing along anyway. The sermon was a bit much for Hanna. The minister extolled the virtues of home life, but made it seem as though the only option for “home” was a heterosexual married couple with children, and it wasn’t acceptable for the wife to have any sort of demanding career. Her job was to care for the family and the father was to earn a living and hold up the standards of the church.

  This didn’t fit with Hanna’s beliefs, and it certainly wasn’t what she grew up with. Her mom had worked as a substitute teacher when Hanna was still living at home. Hanna had always been tolerant of different people, whether they were a different sexual orientation, religion, or race. She remembered her parents taught her this as she grew up, and she was confused by her mother’s apparent about-face. Though when she thought about it, it was more her dad extolling tolerance.

  She distinctly remembered a gay couple that was friends with her parents coming over for dinner regularly. Her dad had sat her down and gently explained homosexuality to her. He had been firm in the fact that though they were not a typical couple like most male and female couples, they were good people and just as deserving of her respect and friendship. At the time, her mom had seemed to enjoy their company as much as her dad so Hanna was surprised that Linda would be at a church that was so conservative.

  Still, she was a guest in the church, so she would be polite. This was important to her mother, and family supported one another. She may not love her mother’s choice of church, but she would accept it.

  Her mother introduced her to a number of people after the service. Hanna pasted a smile on her face and made small talk with them as much as she could. A couple of pleasant women Hanna’s age invited her to join their “young women’s bible group,” which she politely declined due to the travel distance and work schedule. A few married couples her mother’s age expressed their delight that she joined them for the service and how happy her mother would be now that Hanna was joining the church. One of the couples hinted at her mother’s disappointment in her father for not joining. Hanna didn’t have the heart to tell them that she was definitely not planning on becoming a member of the Church of the Way. Instead she made noncommittal noises and smiled politely. She was quickly getting tired of smiling politely.

  Her mom seemed particularly eager for Hanna to meet Simon Shaw. Simon appeared to be a little older than Hanna. He said he owned a bookstore and was on the church board as well. He was the same height as Hanna and reasonably fit, though not to the same degree as Carter and Kent. He was wearing a suit in a shade of brown that did nothing to compliment his slightly olive complexion and dark hair.

  It was obvious to both of them that Hanna’s mom was attempting to set the two of them up. This certainly wasn’t the first time Linda had tried to matchmake. Most of the time it was suggestions over the phone. She should call the son of this friend, or the nephew of that one. Any time Hanna had a date, Linda always saw wedding bells. If it was only one date, Linda always wanted to know why things didn’t work out. The pressure she put on Hanna drove her a bit nuts, so she stopped telling her mom about her dating life. Not that there was much of one lately. Make that not much of one before Kent and Carter.

  As Hanna chatted with Simon, she realized that he seemed to be reading a lot more into her polite responses than Hanna intended. She tried to deflect him without much success and it certainly didn’t help when her mom tried to invite Simon out to lunch with them.

  “Mom.” Hanna made her voice gentle, but firm. “I haven’t had any time with Dad at all today, and I’m sure Simon would rather spend time with his family than listen to us catch up.” She turned to Simon. “We’ll do nothing but bore you I’m sure. Please enjoy your Sunday with your family.”

  “Surely you and your Dad can catch up this afternoon,” Linda started.

  Hanna cut off that idea in a hurry. “Actually I have plans for the afternoon with friends. I’m meeting them after lunch.”

  Her mother was clearly not pleased but spoke to Simon in a syrupy tone. “Well, another time then, Simon. I’m sure Hanna and I will see you again.”

  Not a chance, thought Hanna. She wasn’t being fair, though. Simon wasn’t a bad guy, she guessed, but he wasn’t for her, that was for sure.

  The two women met her dad at a local restaurant. Hanna was slightly ashamed tha
t she was so relieved to have her dad as a buffer against her mom. It hadn’t always been like this, had it? They managed to enjoy a delicious lunch and talk like a normal family. At least she and her dad talked and caught up. Her mom was fairly quiet. Hanna didn’t mention her recent, er, dates with the VanLindt men.

  After they were done eating, Linda went to the ladies room. Hanna took the opportunity to ask her dad about the changes in her mom.

  “Mom seems pretty different lately,” she ventured carefully. “I have to admit, I was a little surprised she was going to such a conservative church.”

  “Yep,” replied her dad. “She’s certainly got a different group of friends here than before we retired. She doesn’t even talk to her old friends anymore.” Hanna wondered if she caught a hint of bitterness in her dad’s tone.

  “What about you? Are you enjoying retirement in Port Seguin?”

  “I like the city. I like being relatively close to you. There’s some nice people here that I’ve met, though your mom doesn’t like too many of them, and I do keep in touch with a lot of our old friends.” He gave Hanna a smile that seemed a bit sad.

  Their clandestine conversation stopped when Linda returned, and their little family gathering broke up.

  Hanna felt guilty driving home that she hadn’t talked to her parents about the budding relationship with the VanLindt men. Guilt seemed to be the prevailing emotion in any interaction with her mom of late. Though Hanna figured she shouldn’t feel too guilty for preserving her mom’s sanity, since Linda would likely blow a gasket if she knew Hanna was enjoying the company of men who wanted a permanent ménage. If Hanna continued the relationship, her mom would have to learn to love the men as much as Hanna did.

  That thought made Hanna pause. Did she love Carter and Kent? Was this more than a fleeting good time? She guessed after their little “interaction” a couple of weeks ago, the three of them were more than just friends. Hanna certainly had some strong feelings for the men. She didn’t do casual sexual encounters of any variety. Her past was a testament to that.