Desire Unleashed [Desire, Oklahoma 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Leah Brooke

  “Fuck slow!” More chills followed as he began to push into her, the burn of being stretched sending ripples of alarm through her. “Oh, God! Hoyt! It won’t fit. Fuck. Jake, let go of me. I have to move.”

  She’d never felt so primitive. So wild. So out of control.

  Without meaning to, she spread her legs wider and tried to fuck herself on Jake’s cock, the need to move overwhelming. “It burns! Oh. Oh. Oooohhhh!”

  The head of Hoyt’s cock pressed into her, the tight ring of muscle giving way, the thick head of his cock forcing her puckered opening to stretch wide to accommodate him.

  “Fuck! She’s so fucking tight. Keep her still. Hold on to her. I don’t want to hurt her.”

  Shaking harder, she threw her head back, amazed at the need to be filled in both openings. “Ohhh! God. So good. So good. Hurry up. I have to move. I have to move. I can’t. Jake. Help me. Help me. Oh, God.” She tried to rock her hips, but Jake’s strong arm around her back prevented it.

  Hoyt’s cursing became increasingly raw and inventive, his hands tightening on her hips. “Fuck. Yeah, baby. A little more. A little more.”

  A fresh sheen of perspiration broke out all over her skin even as chills raced up and down her spine. Crying out, she beat against Jake in an effort to move, a sharp slap on her ass instantly subduing her struggles.

  Hoyt’s hands tightened on her ass, holding the heat in on the side he’d just slapped. “Be still. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Jake’s hand fisted in her hair, holding her head in a way that allowed him to see her face. “Got your ass smacked, did you?” His hands gripped her thighs. “You’re not in charge here. Behave yourself.”

  Nat couldn’t believe the way it felt to be stuffed full of cock in both openings. “So full. Oh, God. I can’t believe how full I feel.”

  All inhibitions melted away under their decadent assault to her senses. Awash in sensation, she cried out when Jake partially withdrew, but seconds later, another cry was ripped from her when Hoyt pushed his cock deeper.

  When Hoyt withdrew, until only the head of his cock remained inside her, Jake surged deep again.

  The constant stimulation of one cock withdrawing while another surged deep was like nothing she’d ever experienced.

  Her mind went numb, the pleasure so intense that the shock of it made it almost impossible to move.

  The slow slide of their hands both soothed and demanded, demands that her body met eagerly.

  Their cocks moved inside her—so hot they burned.

  “Yeah. Fucking tight. That’s it, baby.” Jake’s hands tightened, lifting her just as Hoyt surged into her again.

  Hoyt’s and Jake’s groans washed over her like warm honey. Being with the men she loved and trusted allowed her a freedom to lose herself in the unbelievably erotic act.

  Her position left her ass spread wide, with no way to control the depth of Hoyt’s thrusts. Although she trusted him, it lent an edge to sex—the kind of thrill that she reveled in.

  “Oh! God, it’s so good!” The tingling at her slit seemed to explode, an intense surge of pleasure unlike anything she’d ever felt before.

  Instinctively clinging to Jake, she breathed in the familiar and beloved scent of him. “Oh, Jake.”

  Focusing on the sound of his voice, she let the pleasure roll through her, her breathing as harsh and ragged as theirs.

  “That’s it, Natalie. Let it have you, baby. We’re here. We’ve got you.” Hoyt’s hands tightened on her hips, a low groan rumbling from his chest as he thrust into her again and stilled, his cock pulsing deep inside her. “Fuck. So fucking tight. So fucking sweet. She okay, Jake?”

  “Yeah. Milk my cock, baby. Fuck. That’s so good.” Jake thrust into her several times, hard, quick thrusts that had another orgasm layering over the one still rippling through her. “Easy, baby. I’ve got you.” Some of the tension in his big body eased. Loosening his hold on her waist, he caressed her—long, firm slides of his hand up and down her spine. “I love you, baby.”

  His lips touched her hair. “I’ve never been more proud of you. You’re damned near fearless.”

  “Hmm.” Nat cuddled closer, burying her face against his chest as the last ripples of pleasure washed over her. “I’m never scared when I’m with you.”

  “I hope you feel that way about me some day.” Hoyt’s lips touched her shoulder. “You okay, sweetheart?”

  Nat nodded, taking another deep breath and blowing it out. “Yeah. Ohhh!” The feel of Hoyt’s cock moving had her stiffening again.

  Flattening a hand on her back, Hoyt rubbed her bottom and continued to ease his cock from her, holding her with gentle hands as he slid his cock free. “Easy. Yeah, that’s my girl.”

  The heat from his body covered her back, forcing Jake to move his hands away. Hoyt’s warm lips moved over her left shoulder, his hot hands caressing the outer curve of her breasts. “You just be still and rest for a minute while I go get a warm cloth.” Releasing her, he straightened and started to move away.

  It took a few seconds for the impact of his words to hit her. Alarmed, she struggled to sit up. “No!”

  Whipping her head around, she met his dumbstruck gaze and flash of hurt in his eyes, regretting her outburst almost immediately. Shrugging, she smiled in apology, hating that she’d put that look on his face. “You don’t have to do that.”

  Beneath her, Jake stilled. “Hoyt wants to take care of you the way that I do. You’re just going to have to get used to it. Now, stop squirming, or you’re gonna get fucked again.” The underlying hint of steel in his gentle tone made her feel even worse.

  Aware of Hoyt leaving the room, she smiled up at Jake. “If that’s supposed to be a threat, it falls short.”

  “You’ve had enough for tonight.” Lifting her face to his, he frowned. “Do you have a problem with Hoyt taking care of you?”

  Laying her head back on Jake’s chest, she sighed and stared at the doorway. “No. Of course not. I love Hoyt, but I’m not used to anyone touching me that way except you.”

  Chuckling softly, Jake kissed her hair as he gathered her close. “Sometimes, you say or do something that’s so adorable. You’re such a contrary woman.” Running a hand over her bottom, he sighed. “Hoyt and I just took you together. In the playroom. He played with your clit, had his fingers in your pussy and your ass and then fucked your ass—and you’re shy about having him use a warm cloth to wipe the lube from you and soothe you a little? You’re shy with the intimacy? So, the sex is fine, but you’re reluctant to let him close any other way? How do you think this is going to work if you accept him physically, but not emotionally? You love him, but fight it and won’t let him close.”

  Gritting her teeth, Nat lifted her head to frown at him. “I hate when you make me sound ridiculous.”

  Jake grinned. “Sometimes, you make it so easy, I can’t resist.”

  Nat poked him in the side with her nail, getting a small amount of satisfaction when he cursed and grabbed her hand. “You wouldn’t understand. It’s a little embarrassing. It’s too new.”

  Easing her from his cock, Jack lifted her face to his again, his expression somber. “He needs this, Nat. He needs to care for you as much as I do. It’s very important to a man, and especially to a man who demands submission to take care of his woman. This is a small, but very satisfying way of taking care of you and making you feel better. It’s a loving and possessive gesture, Nat, not one meant to embarrass you.”

  Cupping her cheek, he ran his thumb back and forth over her bottom lip, his eyes dark with love and possessiveness. “You don’t know what it means to have a woman that allows you to care for her. It’s very satisfying to have a woman who looks to you for protection. Comfort. Support.”

  Nat smiled, rubbing her cheek against his hand. “You always seem to know what I need.”

  He pressed his thumb against the center of her bottom lip, making it tingle. “That’s something Hoyt would like very much to know.”

/>   Touching her tongue to his thumb, she smiled at the glitter in his eyes. “It’s different.”

  Jake raised a brow at that. “When you and I first got married, we had a lot of things to work through. You’re going to need to do that with Hoyt as well. Talk to him, Nat. You and I used to argue things out. I don’t like that you avoid talking about things with him because you’re afraid of having an argument and clearing the air. We can’t live like that, baby.”

  “I agree.”

  Nat spun at Hoyt’s deep voice coming from right behind her. “Hoyt!”

  Wrapping an arm around her waist, Hoyt lifted her back against him. “I much prefer honesty. If I do anything that you don’t like, or that makes you uncomfortable, we’ll talk about it and see why.” His lips scraped over her shoulder, sending a shiver through her. “I certainly plan to let you know when you do something that annoys me—such as panicking at the thought of me cleaning you.”

  Moving her legs, Jake laughed softly and slid from under her. “It sounds as if the two of you have some things to discuss. I’m going to go take a shower.”

  Left alone with Hoyt, Nat leaned back against him, looking up at him over her shoulder. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, but it took a long time for me to get used to Jake doing that.” Shrugging, she looked away. “Sometimes, it still makes me uncomfortable.” A moan escaped when the warm cloth touched her puckered opening.

  Holding her against him, Hoyt nuzzled her neck. “Sex is one thing, but intimacy is another. I understand you, Natalie. I’ve never wanted the intimacy with any other woman.” Placing her facedown on the padded bench, he spread her cheeks and bent over her until his face was on eye level with hers. “I know it’s going to take time, but I need it from you.”

  Reaching out to touch his cheek, she smiled when he caught her hand in his and raised it to his lips. “I need it from you, too. Some things are so familiar, but sometimes you seem like such a stranger to me. You can be so cold.”

  His eyes warmed. “I’ve been accused of that a time or two. I’m not cold with you, though, am I?” Holding the warm cloth against her puckered opening, he slid a hand up her back. “Unless you’re misbehaving. Then, you get excited when I’m cold.”

  A burst of laughter escaped before she could prevent it. “Nobody likes a smart-ass.”

  “I do.” Lifting her high against his chest, he smiled down at her. “I’m madly in love with one.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Are you sure you’re ready to give up your exciting life to retire and settle down in a small town like Desire?” Seated between Hoyt’s thighs in the warm scented water, she rubbed the back of her head against his chest, looking up at him with eyes half-closed.

  Smiling down at her, Hoyt reached for one of the shower gels arranged on the ledge of the large bathtub. “Absolutely.”

  He uncapped the bottle and sniffed the contents, grimacing at the lemony scent. Glancing at Natalie, he recapped the bottle and set it aside before reaching for another one. “There are all kinds of excitement, honey.”

  He uncapped the next, his cock stirring at the spicy-sweet scent of cinnamon and vanilla—a scent that Natalie wore often. “I’ve been looking forward to living here for a long time.”

  She shifted slightly, allowing him a flash of creamy wet thigh as she turned to lay her cheek against his chest. “I hope you’re not bored here.” Lifting her head, she grinned at him, her cheeks flushed from the warm water. “Aren’t you going to miss having all those people to boss around?”

  Pleased to see that she’d finally begun to relax, he smiled back at her and tapped her nose. “I’ll just have to make do with bossing you around.” Shrugging, he set the cap aside. “Besides, those young men I worked with made me feel like an old man.”

  Natalie’s soft laughter rippled over him, the delight in her eyes enthralling him as she poked him in the stomach. “Bullshit. They were probably scared to death of you.”

  Dismissing what Natalie called a loofah as too rough, Hoyt felt around beneath the surface of the water for the much softer washcloth, letting his fingers slide over her bottom and thigh as he searched for it. Allowing a small smile, he bent to kiss her forehead. “Maybe just a little. I’ve been called things that would shock you.”

  She laughed again, and cuddled against him, her relaxed teasing and obvious ease with him filling him with a warm satisfaction that he’d all but forgotten. “Don’t tell me they actually called you names to your face!”

  Squeezing a generous amount of the scented gel onto the washcloth, he chuckled, appreciating her sense of humor. “No. They didn’t have the balls for that.” Taking her left hand in his, he lifted it from the water and began to wash it. “I seem to have a problem with people saying things to my face.” He gave her a meaningful look. “Scaring my men was part of the job. I don’t like that I scare you.”

  He ran the washcloth over her arm and to her shoulder. “I would die for you, Natalie. You have no reason to fear me.”

  “Oh, Hoyt.” When she stiffened and straightened, he took advantage of her position to slide the cloth to her breast. “I’m not afraid of you.” Her flush deepened, and to his relief—and delight—she arched her back and pressed her breast more firmly against his hand. “I’m not afraid of you in that way. I already told you that. I just can’t wrap my head around the fact that you’re back, and you actually want to build a life here. With me. With us.”

  She looked up at him through her lashes, making an adorable picture that he knew he wouldn’t forget. “I’m sure women throw themselves at you all the time. I have stretch marks, I’m opinionated, bitchy, and set in my ways. And do you really think this place won’t drive you crazy? Living in Desire is like living in a fishbowl. You’re secretive and like your privacy. I know that you want to try. I love you. That won’t change.” Blowing out a breath, she averted her gaze. “I just don’t want to argue with you and ruin the time we have together. Okay? Pitiful, I know, but I have to live with myself when you leave.”

  Sinking his fingers into the silky knot of her hair, he tilted her head back to look into her beautiful brown eyes. Biting back his impatience, Hoyt held her gaze, dropping the cloth into the water.

  With a sigh, he squeezed more of the gel on his hands and continued to slide his hands over her, both because he needed his hands on her and because he wanted her to become accustomed to his touch in a way that had nothing to do with sex. “I’ve never met a woman who excited me as much as you do. The last thing on earth I’d want is someone so young that I have to explain everything to them. I love your stretch marks.” He ran his hands over her stomach, his stomach clenching.

  “You were so lush and beautiful when you carried Joe.” Smiling, he flattened his hand on her stomach, remembering how she’d looked when she’d carried his child, and how hard it had been for him to leave her and go back to his unit.

  He’d never forget getting the call from Jake to tell him that they had a son.

  Tracing his finger over one of those marks. “Every time I see or feel one of your stretch marks, I get hard, thinking about you carrying my child.”

  He smiled when her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped, and continued before she had a chance to object. “As for living here—I want a home, Natalie. I want roots, and a sense of permanence. I want you and my son in my life every day. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know I can never make up for all the time I’ve lost, but I’m going to try my best.” Kissing her hair, he breathed in the scent of his woman. “I can’t live without you in my life, Natalie. Some part of me has always planned to come back for you.”

  Smiling, he leaned forward, running his hands over her thigh and down her back, willing his cock to behave. Keeping his touch tender instead of seductive, he rested his cheek against the top of her head. “I know how small towns work, baby. You and I grew up in a small town, didn’t we?”

  Stiffening in his arms, she leaned back to look up at him. “And you could
n’t wait to get out.”

  With a hand at her back, he urged her to lean against him again. Once she did, he caressed the tight muscles there, struggling to keep the rage out of his voice. “I didn’t want to get away from the town, or from you. I wanted to get away from my father. He would have made our lives miserable if we’d stayed. I could never live the kind of life I wanted to live if I stayed close to him. He was pure evil, Natalie. My mom died in an accident, trying to get away from his abuse.”

  Nat lifted her head, shaking it slowly and looking stunned. “Hoyt, I never knew.”

  Shrugging, he went back to washing her, loving the way she moved into his touch. “There was no reason for you to know. You had enough on your plate with your own father and Jesse.”

  Nat’s chin lifted, her brow going up—both a sign of trouble. “So you were protecting me even then?”

  “There was no reason for you to worry about it.” Shrugging, he squeezed more of the gel on his hands and cupped her breasts, the slippery gel allowing his hands to slide over her soft, wet skin. “Besides, I wanted to make the kind of living I could never make there.”

  Smiling when she leaned back against him, he concentrated his attention on her breasts, massaging gently. “I found myself in love with a woman I couldn’t wait to make mine, and she deserved hell of a lot more than I could give her.”

  Raising her arms, she linked them around her neck, giving him full access to her breasts in a trusting gesture that made his cock stir. “I didn’t need anything else, Hoyt. I only needed you.”

  * * * *

  I only needed you.

  Jake paused, stopping short of knocking on the door. Dropping his hand, he stared at the door to the Master bathroom, the tight fist around his heart making it difficult to breathe.

  He knew she loved Hoyt, and had for years.

  At that time in their lives, Jake hadn’t been able to do anything except love her from afar.

  She’d belonged to Hoyt.