The Huntingtons of McKenna Downs (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Zoey Marcel

René got the door for her. “I’m happy to do it.”

  “I’m sorry about earlier.” Her tailbone burned when Quentin gently placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her up into the truck.

  “We will talk on the way,” he assured her.

  Both men got in. René drove with Quentin in the passenger’s side and her in between them.

  “Kendall, you took off before we got a chance to discuss things with you,” René told her.

  Her attention dropped to her lap and she wished she could find some way to disguise her discomfort. “I’m sorry. I just thought you guys would never want to see me again after you found out.”

  “We want to see you, Kendall,” Quentin chimed in. “I wasn’t mad that you were with René last night. He’s a friend of mine, and you and I never mentioned going steady online, only meeting someday.”

  She peeked up at him, focus darting out the windshield when the dark gaze began to heat her blood a little more than it should for a mere acquaintance. “Really?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m not mad either, cher,” René said. “Quentin’s a good man, and the way I figure, you’re probably only gonna be in McKenna Downs once, maybe a couple of times over the years to visit your sister. I figured we should spend all the time with you we can while you’re here.”

  Her eyes widened. “We?”

  “Yes, Kendall,” Quentin said, taking her hand in his. “We’re both attracted to you and you’ve made it clear that you want us as well. It’s unfortunate that we won’t have time to act out all your fantasies, but we want to give you at least one before you leave for New York.”

  Kendall swallowed. “Which one?”

  “Take a wild guess,” he said with a saucy expression and steamy bedroom eyes.

  Her stomach felt hollow and her veins surged with excitement. “You want to share me with each other?”

  “We do,” René agreed. “Very badly.”

  “Don’t take this the wrong way,” she began.

  “Uh-oh,” René teased.

  Quentin grinned. “That’s never a good start to a sentence.”

  Their carefree ease stole a smile from her. “I really am flattered and I find you both ridiculously sexy, but...are you guys sure you’re straight?”

  René smirked, seeming amused rather than offended.

  Quentin’s face was undecipherable. “Why is that?”

  “Well, you both will be naked in front of each other and possibly touching. Is this some ploy to get all touchy-feely with each other under the guise of making me feel good?”

  René snorted, but he still acted laidback and not at all threatened by the question. “Cherie, I’m about as straight as they come.”

  “If I wanted to fuck him, I would fuck him,” Quentin said plainly. “I wouldn’t defraud a woman or trick a man into bed with me.”

  His answer was ambiguous, possibly evasive, but she could see him as a straight or bisexual man. It didn’t matter as long as he legitimately wanted her like she desired him.

  “I’m sorry. I just had to make sure so I didn’t end up making a fool of myself. Why do you guys want to share if you’re straight?”

  “We’re comfortable with our sexuality,” René explained. “You have to be for something like that, or bi. We both want you and sharing is fun.”

  “It will bring you pleasure as well,” Quentin added, “and that only enhances our enjoyment.”

  What they said made sense.

  She began to wonder if Charlie had actually been straight and had merely wanted to indulge in a guilty pleasure with her rather than act on secret lustful cravings for men.

  Then again, he was so intensely sexual and brazen, it wouldn’t surprise her a bit if he swung both ways.

  “I never thought of it that way before,” she said quietly. “I have to admit, I always wondered about it and fantasized about it sometimes.”

  But only in the context of temporary fantasy, where anything filthy went and the men abandoned her afterward so she could resume her career woman and semi-proper lady persona.

  That hadn’t been what Charlie had proposed years ago. He’d wanted her to marry him and consider his brothers, and damn him, his closest friend, her husbands, too. His proposition had been insane, dirty, and crap yes, it was hotter than molten lead to think about. But how could something like that work in real life? Sure, she’d won Charlie’s heart, or so she’d thought before he’d gone all sex-crazy on her and wanted to pass her around like a party favor. Still, she couldn’t possibly win over the hearts of however many brothers Charlie had and the friend he wanted to have at her as well. Or did he even care if she felt nothing soulful for them?

  René wanted to share her with Quentin. This was temporary and about sex, not a pig man’s filthy fantasy under the ruse of love. It didn’t bother her this way, but if she was honest with herself, it stung a little. There was some vulnerable, sentimental part of her that wanted to stay here with René and make a life. These feelings were redundant when she was leaving.

  A threesome was the perfect way to dispatch these fuzzy, tender blobs of emotion welling up inside her. If René was willing to share her with another man like Charlie had wanted to, it meant he didn’t love her. That was good. She tried to ignore the nasty bite of that ugly thought. If René didn’t love her, that would make it easier to move on. Having a three-way with him and Quentin would make it that much easier to keep things in perspective and see them for what they really were. This was a fling, a sweet, breathtaking memory she would carry with her for always.

  She toughened up and sat up straighter, shooing away the stinging bees that afflicted the tender muscle in her chest. What she was left with was raw need and growing arousal at the way both men looked at her, waiting for her answer.

  “Can we do it in the grass outside?”

  “Feeling adventurous?” Quentin brushed his fingers through her hair, soothing her scalp.

  She smiled. “I am.”

  Adventurous was how she wanted to remember this. She would have a raunchy liaison with two men at once in the grass and make a memory with them that she’d always be able to look back on with a smile and recall as the time she let her hair down. If she were to sleep with René in a bed again, she had a feeling it would be too personal and she might feel too much.

  Quentin tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and cradled her chin with his other hand, luring her into a kiss. He only pressed his lips against hers a few times until the warm caresses and tantalizing moisture he left there made her lips burn and her panties dampen.

  “Take your top off.”

  The command burned her up as she slipped her delicate top off over her head, exposing her aquamarine bra to them. It had fancy rhinestones lining the edges.

  “Beautiful. Now your sandals and pants.”

  She obeyed.

  “Fold your clothes nicely and place them on René’s lap.”

  She did, giving René a shy smile when he winked at her with a lusty one.

  “Close your eyes and don’t open them until I tell you to,” Quentin ordered in a serene tone.

  She did as he told her to, feeling prickles of anticipation scatter across her flesh.

  His breath fanned her lips with searing mint, and his tone buzzed pleasurably close to her lips, withholding the kiss she craved. “Take my pants off, Kendall.”

  She swallowed, hands shaking as she fumbled blindly with the button and zipper on the front of his jeans.

  “Good girl. Ask René to take your panties off.”

  Embers of passion blazed all throughout her system. “Please, René, can you take my panties off?”

  “Why is that, cher?” he teased, sounding as aroused as she was.

  “Yes, Kendall, why is that? Is it because you want him to see your cunt?”

  She bit back a whimper. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Tell him.”

  “I want you to see my cunt.”

  “Want me to touch your sweet
pussy, boo?” René asked.

  This time, she moaned. “Please.”

  “Please what?” Apparently he could be as much of a tease as Quentin was.

  “Please take my panties off and touch my pussy.”

  René groaned with lust. “I’d be happy to.”

  He stopped the truck long enough to slip the aquamarine panties off her. She kept her eyes closed since Quentin hadn’t given her permission to open them yet.

  “That’s a beautiful pussy, Kendall. I bet it’s nice and wet for me. Should I find out?” René asked.

  She nodded emphatically. “Please, check it.”

  He chuckled and pierced a finger inside her. “Mmm, it is wet. Do you want me, cher?”

  “So much.”

  “Why don’t you show me those pretty breasts of yours?”

  She unclasped her bra and then slid the straps down her arms. It felt like Quentin took it from her and then set it down.

  “Mmm yeah, just like I remember. Isn’t she lovely, Quen?”

  “She is.”

  “Thank you, Sir. Can I come?”

  “You may.”

  “Lean back against the seat,” René said.

  She did as he asked, purring and whimpering as René teased her pulsing clit to the edge and then relented over and over again. “God, Rene, I can’t take it. I need to come so bad.”

  “You can come now.”

  He used his flattened palm to rest lightly over her crotch and began sweeping it across her pubic hair in a back and forth motion that awakened the nerves in her mons and set off electric sparks in her pussy when she came. Her curls and the light pressure of his hand both grazing over her clitoris were the triggers that detonated her achy cunt.

  “My sweet girl.” René kissed her cheek and played with her hair. “You look like an angel when you come. I’m gonna start driving again. Why don’t you climb onto Quentin’s lap?”

  “Okay.”

  When she straddled Quentin, she felt his erection bob free of his underwear and brush against her wrist. His hard, swollen flesh simmered against her mound where it lay flush against her sensitive flesh. Her damp pubic curls mingled with his wiry thatch, and the fleshy pressure of his scrotum touching her made her moan in desperation.

  He ground his groin into her crotch, smearing her cream onto his genitals. She spread her legs more, allowing her body to open up to him so her clit was susceptible to the scintillating strokes of his package. Neither could suppress their groan.

  It sounded like René parked the truck and Quentin carefully pushed her off him and opened the door. She heard the plop of feet making contact with the ground and felt René helping her lie back against the seat. The cool night air kissed her damp slit and she couldn’t help trembling with want when she felt Quentin part her legs wider and his body heat pouring off of him. It sounded like he took off his shirt.

  “I’ve been waiting a whole year to do this,” Quentin told her, voice husky with lust.

  Kendall felt his lips as they lavished succulent kisses on her fuzzy mons. When he nibbled on her labia, it was almost too much. She clawed at the seat, nearly going mad when his warm tongue swiped against her entry.

  He’d emailed her his papers shortly before she’d flown to South Dakota, just in case she decided to meet him in person so she knew he was clean.

  René’s fingers barely brushed her pebbled nipples, teasing them like a feather while Quentin’s finger seesawed diagonally along her vulva on up to her clit. Her climax was but a few strokes away.

  “Can I open my eyes, Sir?”

  Quentin kissed her thigh. “Yes, Kendall, you can open them.”

  When she did she looked up into René’s dark eyes. They sparkled with a brilliant heat that made her hot and weak.

  She gave him a caring smile and then cast her gaze over at Quentin. His near-black eyes gleamed with a raw power that drowned out every other reality as he stared back at her like he was enchanted with her.

  He licked her swelling bud over and over until she was on the brink of climax before pulling away. She whined, narrowing her eyes at his smug smile.

  “I want you to put your panties back on and step out here with me. I want you coming in them for me while my cock is deep inside you.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She donned her underwear again and then let him help her down. René took off his clothes in haste and joined them outside.

  “On your knees.”

  She obeyed, quivering with excitement at Quentin’s command and the animal sound of foil ripping that told her he was putting on a condom. Her pulse spiked with primal urges when she heard him kneel in the grass behind her. She rested on her knees, facing René and widened her stance. Quentin forged into her channel with a light but effective pressure. Kendall gasped at the delicious burn as he stretched her to accommodate him.

  “Are you all right?” he asked.

  “I am, Sir. You feel even better than in my fantasies.”

  “God, so do you. You have no idea.”

  His strokes in her body began to accelerate, making her toes curl at the pounding deep inside of her. Aside from crickets and the silken rustling of the cool breeze through the tall grass, the only noise was the heady sound of a conquered female breathing and the slapping of separate flesh merging into one.

  She braced her hands on René’s hips when he stepped closer to support her and no doubt introduce her mouth to his cock at some point. His groin near her face smelled musky and private. She arched a little, taking the irresistible beating from Quentin’s testicles against her tightened ass, loving the unbelievable depth achieved from this angle and the way his erection grazed the roof of her vagina, creating sensations that were out of this world.

  Her eyes glazed and watered. She saw a white blur surrounding René that made the moment seem more like a surreal dream than actual reality. It was an impossible heaven, surpassed only when she felt Quentin’s nimble fingers dunk into her panties to stroke the hot flesh of her throbbing little pearl.

  “I love seeing you like this, Kendall.” René ran his fingers through her hair. “Take your pleasure, my boo. Let Quentin have his.”

  Orgasm was inevitable, as was proven when it hurled through her body like an unstoppable flood of rapture, filling her veins, her organs, and every cell in her body. The ocean of surrender washed over her soul, somehow as cleansing as it was filthy, as freeing as it was captivating. Ripples of delight caressed her body like Quentin’s fingers on her mons, like René’s kisses had last night.

  He gently moved her head from his body and maneuvered his rigid penis toward her mouth. Kendall wrapped her lips around the bulging head, stroking the underbelly with her tongue, which made him moan deeply. The sound was so masculine and sexual, she felt moisture trickle down her inner thighs.

  “Just let me do the work,” René gritted out. “Enjoy yourself.”

  She took in a deep breath to prevent gagging as his impossibly long cock glided along her tongue, sliding to the far reaches of her mouth. It scared her when it brushed against her uvula.

  “Shh. You’re okay. I won’t go down your throat.”

  He used the backs of his right fingers to graze her cheek, both of which were bulging with his dick. She undoubtedly looked like a squirrel right now with her cheeks filled as with nuts, except hers were filled with cock.

  Quentin was crammed in her pussy up to his balls, his scrotum tapping her taut ass with each calculated plunge, creating a savage hedonism that left her body crawling with sensation. Her cunt seemed to be sucking him in deeper whenever she clenched it and the further in he ventured. She had all of him now. He filled her as René filled her mouth, two men moving inside of her body at once.

  “Can you handle another orgasm, Kendall?” René’s voice was the sound of a beaten man who had been defeated by lust and was being held in its clutches until he relinquished the seed it demanded of him.

  “She can,” Quentin rasped, his own voice sounding as
though taboo passion had ransomed his control until he had no choice but to surrender to its demands, or lose his sanity trying to fight it.

  She mumbled a “yes” on René’s shaft, squealing with delight when Quentin’s expert fingers sank back into her panties and worked their wicked magic on her clitoris. She would force herself to handle it. She wanted to finish again, wanted to bring Quentin to orgasm by squeezing him in the throes of her surrender, and also to avoid accidentally biting down on René’s dick while losing control.

  René withdrew just seconds before his finale. He fisted his own cock, pumping himself manually until he spilled his release all over the ground.

  Quentin grunted and pounded into her relentlessly and rubbed her plump clit faster. “Come with me, Kendall. Share my pleasure.”

  About a heartbeat later, the orgasm crashed into her and sent vicious spasms shuddering violently around his erection as he pelted into her. His resonant outcry boomed with the power of his climax, but the addictive sound dissolved into the twilight.

  It was only on the way down when thoughts and awareness of her surroundings returned to her that Kendall realized the crickets had been stunned to silence. The only sound was the frantic beating of her heart in exertion and the heavy panting from Quentin and herself. René’s breathing still came out uneven, but he’d near caught his breath by now.

  When Quentin pulled out of her, she came forward on her hands, shaking uncontrollably. He laughed and knelt beside her, rubbing her shoulder. “Are you all right?”

  “I don’t think I can stand. You guys made me too happy.”

  They chuckled and helped her to her feet, walking her carefully back to the truck.

  “Waiting so long to meet you nearly drove me out of my mind, but it was worth the wait,” Quentin said.

  “It was,” she agreed with a sated little sigh.

  “Was that as good as your fantasies?” René asked.

  She let out a breathy laugh that shook almost as bad as her wobbly legs. “Oh, it was so much better.”

  It was a powerful memory of risqué fun she would never forget, but unfortunately, it didn’t erode any of the intimate feelings that had taken up root in her heart for René.