Their Forever Home [Men of the Border Lands 13] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Marla Monroe

  “You can’t let her tell you what to do when it’s not good for her. What were you thinking?” Carver demanded.

  “I was thinking that I couldn’t take care of her without you, asshole. She loves you and needs you even more than she needs me. All I can do is make her feel good and give her compliments. She needs you to make sure she’s safe and has the things she needs to survive.”

  Carver had the feeling his friend wanted to punch him for walking away. Hell, he should let him. He knew Lance couldn’t take care of her by himself. He’d have to find someone else to help him. What if Vella didn’t like the other man? She shouldn’t have to accept another man into her life—into her bed—that she didn’t care about.

  “You know how to trap and dress out meat to feed her. You know how to tan hides to make sure she stays warm. You’re not totally hopeless,” Carver said a little softer.

  “Yeah, well, I had to get help to track you because I wouldn’t have found you by myself. Hell! Someone would have had to come searching for me if I even managed to live.” Lance sighed, hanging his head. “The truth is, I need you, Carver. Vella loves you. She’ll never be happy with just me. I need you to help me make her happy. I can’t do it on my own. This isn’t ten years ago when you could work a nine-to-five job and come home to love your wife and it all be fine. There’s more to life now. It’s about survival as much as it is about trying to make do and be satisfied.”

  Carver had to grit his teeth to keep from yelling out his frustrations. If it had been just him and Lance, he’d have done it, but with strangers around, well...

  “Are you sure she really wants me despite my past?” Carver finally asked.

  “I’m sure. She was crying when I left, afraid she’d never see you again. She’s blaming herself for you leaving and thinks you’re going to die out here. You and I know better, but I didn’t tell her any differently,” Lance told him.

  “I don’t want her guilt, Lance. She has to be sure. She has to be damn sure she wants me even though I was a bondsman at one time. I can’t change that, and though I regret it, I’m just as responsible for some of the things they did as they are. All I can say is that once I realized they were selling innocent women into slavery, I quit and made sure the ones I worked with would never touch another woman again.” He’d never told Lance that part of it, the part where he’d killed the men he’d ridden with.

  “Then there’s no one you have to worry about seeking revenge, is there?” Lance pointed out without batting an eye.

  “Nope.”

  “She loves you, Carver, but you’re going to have to give her some leeway. It’s going to be hard for her to just forget that part of your life at first. Don’t go running away like a baby if she frowns at you for some reason. Okay?” Lance asked.

  “Did you just call me a baby?” Carver asked in amazement. “You called me a spoiled child earlier.”

  “Yeah, I did. Get over it and let’s get back to our woman. She’s probably worried sick by now,” Lance pointed out.

  “Later you and I are going to have a nice long talk,” Carver said with a growl. “Where did the other two go?”

  Lance sighed. “Jonathan! McCall. He’s ready to come back now.”

  The other two men drifted out of the trees. Jonathan had a huge smile on his face while McCall just glowered. Carver figured he and McCall just might have something in common from the looks of him.

  “Just a second. I need to fix that door in case someone needs shelter,” he said and quickly released the lock he’d fixed up to make it look like he was inside. He settled his pack more firmly on his shoulders and nodded at the three men that he was ready. Now that he was heading back, Carver was anxious to get to Vella to be sure she was okay.

  * * * *

  Vella nearly jumped out of her skin when someone banged on the door hard enough to shake the rafters. The dog growled but didn’t lunge for the door. Instead, he stood up and watched. It took her a second to get up from where she’d fallen asleep in the chair. Her legs were stiff and her mouth dry. She couldn’t even manage to call out she was coming. Fear that they hadn’t found him and hope that they had wound her emotions into a tight knot that threatened to choke her.

  “Who is it?” she finally managed to get out.

  “Open the door, Vella.” Her heart jumped into her throat at the sound of Carver’s deep voice.

  She struggled to lift the broad board from the hooks then opened the door to be swept into Carver’s arms. He hugged her so tightly that she nearly squealed in protest. The dog growled once then whined and sat down next to Lance. Carver kissed her as if he’d never get enough of her, and she forgot everything else. His mouth devoured hers, ensuring that she couldn’t doubt how much he cared. Vella didn’t expect the words from him again. He was a different kind of man than Lance or most other men. He showed her how he felt every time he touched her or did something that made sure she would be safe. He’d even shown it when he’d left.

  “Please don’t ever go away again. I couldn’t bear it, Carver. I love you, and we’ll work this out. I know you didn’t kill my brother. I know that.” She wanted to be sure he understood that she didn’t blame him for Phillip’s death. “His name was Phillip, and he wouldn’t have wanted me to blame you for something you had no hand in.”

  “I’m sorry, Vella. If I had been there, I wouldn’t have allowed it. That’s why I stopped what they were doing that last time and never returned to that kind of work.”

  She looked him over as best as she could. “Are you okay? Are you hungry? I have soup on the stove I can warm up.”

  “Right now I have a taste for something different,” he said with that half-smile he always gave her. “I need you, Vella. I need to hold you and be inside of you.”

  Immediately, her pussy moistened with her desire. All it took was a look from the man to set her blood on fire. When he actually came out and said that he wanted her, she got so hot that she was sure her face was all kinds of red. It wouldn’t take much for her to come at all right then.

  She smiled, and just like that, she was upside down over his shoulder. She heard a chuckle and lifted her head to find Lance following them from the living area to the bedroom. He had a smile larger than hers on his face.

  “Um, hi, Lance.”

  He chuckled. “Hey there, hon. I think you’re about to get royally fucked.”

  She giggled. “I think you’re right.”

  Suddenly she was flying backward to land safely on the bed with a big bounce. She squealed then laughed as both men fell on her, pulling at her clothes and their own at the same time.

  “Fuck!” Carver dropped the boot he’d pulled off of one foot and stomped with one socked foot and one boot still on out of the room.

  “What’s wrong?” She sat up, pushing Lance’s hands away.

  “He got so excited about taking you to bed that he forgot to see to your safety first,” Lance told her as if there was some huge joke in there somewhere.

  “What are you talking about?” she asked.

  “He forgot to make sure the doors and windows are all locked.”

  “Well, you could have done it just as easily as he is,” she said, frowning at him.

  “I know,” he said, laughing again.

  “It’s a long story,” Carver said, walking back into the room to kick off his other boot. “We’ll tell you later.”

  “Much later,” Lance added.

  “What if I want you to explain it now?” she asked as Carver jerked her panties off and tossed them over his shoulder.

  “You don’t always get your way, princess. You better learn that right now,” Carver told her.

  “What?” she frowned and looked over at Lance for an explanation. The other man just shrugged as if he didn’t have a clue. She narrowed her eyes at him. Oh, he knew.

  When she started to demand that they explain it to her, Carver shoved her thighs wide apart and filled the empty space with his head and shoulders. Right before
he dragged his tongue up her slit, Lance closed his mouth over her nipple and nipped the tip playfully. Vella was lost.

  Every stroke of Carver’s magical tongue and each tug on her nipple by Lance sent new sensations throughout her body. How could anyone ever be satisfied with one man after they’d been with two? Separately, they were wonderful, attentive lovers, but together, they rocked her world and then some.

  “Fuck, you’re so damn good to eat, babe. Lance was right. There is some caramel in there somewhere. Think I’ll try to find the source.” He used his stiffened tongue to fuck her, twisting it and dragging it over her hard little clit.

  “Told you,” Lance said.

  “I didn’t ask you to talk,” Carver snarled before running the tip of his tongue up and down the side of her pussy.

  “I’m still right,” Lance teased.

  “Stop it, both of you! No more arguing. Fuck me!” she demanded.

  “Do we have lube here, Lance?” Carver asked as he slid a finger deep into her cunt and wiggled it there.

  “Yeah, one of the guys gave me some. They make it out of sunflower oil and mink oil form the fat,” he told the other man.

  “Ew! Don’t tell me about it or you won’t be using it on me. That means you won’t be playing back there either,” she warned them.

  “Shut the fuck up, Lance,” Carver told the other man.

  Vella giggled, but it turned into a moan when Carver added a second finger and located her hot spot that sent her screaming over the edge every time. When he latched onto her clit with his teeth while flicking it with his tongue, all the air left her lungs and spots danced in front of her eyes. Then she was screaming as the climax shot through her like a bottle rocket.

  They never ceased to amaze her. Somehow they always managed to wring amazing orgasms out of her. Usually it was two or three at a time, too. If they did this every day, she’d end up walking like a cowboy, all bowlegged and limping.

  “Oh, my, god! That was so amazing,” she told them as she fought to catch her breath.

  “Not through with you yet, hon. You just roll over and let us play a bit with your hot ass,” Lance said.

  Vella rolled over, but not before she leveled a glance at both men. She wanted this, but they had to give her some space and go slowly. She made sure they understood her silent instructions.

  “Don’t worry, babe. We won’t do anything to hurt you. It’s going to be uncomfortable with some pinching, but if it really hurts, you have to stop us. We don’t want to hurt you. Okay?” Carver asked.

  Vella nodded. She was nervous but wasn’t completely new to anal sex. Mostly she hadn’t liked it, but this was different. She wanted the three of them to share this together, and she knew they would be careful and prepare her well before they attempted it. All she had to do was relax and let them do all the work. She was under no illusions that it would be easy or that it really wouldn’t hurt some. It would, but she was okay with that.

  When she rolled over, both men immediately began rubbing her back and buttocks. Lance even massaged her thighs as they helped her slowly dissolve into the covers so that her muscles were no longer tense and bunched up in tight knots. She could definitely get used to being the focus of these two men.

  Lance crawled up next to her and lay on his back. “Come here, hon. I want you to climb on top of me and take my cock inside that hot, wet pussy. I saw how wet it was when I was massaging you, Vella. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pussy that wet before.”

  She nearly came from his words alone after the intense attentions they’d both given her over the last hour. Vella quickly rolled over and straddled Lance’s lean body before lowering her head to kiss him. His lips parted without her urging them to. When her tongue slipped alongside his, she moaned into his mouth. He fucked her with his tongue until she was gasping for breath and had to pull back.

  “Climb on up, Vella.” He slapped her thigh just hard enough for it to sting. She couldn’t stop the giggle that erupted at the aggressive behavior that Lance didn’t normally have. Either Carver was rubbing off on him, or he’d decided to try and ramp up his act.

  “Lift up, hon, and take my cock all the way to your throat. I can’t wait to feel you squeezing my dick with that tight cunt.” Lance’s eyelids had lowered as he became more and more aroused at their play.

  Vella wrapped her hand around the stalk of his dick and aligned the tip with her pussy slit. Then she slowly sank down until she’d taken him all the way to the root. He was so thick and hard there between her legs. Every ridge on his penis rubbed against her walls, sending wonderful tendrils of sensation to all parts of her body.

  “Holy crap, you’re tight, Vella. You’re going to make me fucking come before Carver even gets inside your ass.” Lance squeezed his eyes closed and held her by her waist so she couldn’t move while he seemed to be trying to regain control of himself.

  Could I make him come just tightening down on my pussy? Hell, it was worth a try.

  Vella fluttered her vaginal muscles in an attempt to massage his dick where it was lodged deeply inside her. Every time she squeezed, Lance groaned like a man in pain, his eyes slammed shut and his mouth turning down into a painful-looking frown.

  Before she could bask in her accomplishment, Carver pushed gently against her back until she lay over Lance’s chest. Lance wrapped his arms around her, smoothing his hands up and down her back as Carver began squeezing her ass cheeks, spreading them wide then letting them close with a light slap. He did this several times before something cold and gooey plopped at the top of her crack and began to slowly slide down to her back hole.

  “Easy, babe. Just relax while I play a bit. I want to be sure you’re all lubed up and stretched for me.” One of Carver’s hands held one of her ass cheeks out while he pressed lightly with a thumb to her tiny rosette.

  She expected some pain as his thumb easily slipped into her ass, but there was nothing but the sensation of something being there that usually wasn’t. He wiggled it back and forth before pushing in a little deeper. Still, it wasn’t the least bit painful. She relaxed even more.

  “You’re doing great, babe. Just stay like that for me.” He removed his thumb and more of the gooey-feeling lube dropped near her hole. “Lance. Hold her cheeks apart for me.”

  Instantly Vella began to tense up again. Surely he wasn’t going to try and stick his dick in her after that. It wasn’t enough. She was about to lift up and tell him so, but Lance kissed her cheek.

  “Relax, hon. He’s just giving himself more room to use his other fingers. The man has large hands,” Lance reminded her with a grin.

  She nodded, a little afraid to say anything in case it came out as a nervous squeak. She didn’t want to appear like a coward to her two men. She couldn’t help that she was nervous. This wasn’t easy for her—not just the anal sex, but being with both of them at one time. There were no secrets when you did this. She couldn’t hide how she felt if something wasn’t quite as comfortable or good as she would have liked. One or the other of them would know.

  Carver put an end to her nervous thoughts as he slid one thick digit through the tight ring and deep into her ass. She was surprised it hadn’t been more trouble. Maybe they’d managed to relax her a lot more than she’d first thought.

  He pumped the finger in and out of her a few times then added more of the homemade lube and added a second finger.

  Hello. That was different. He didn’t sail smoothly into her ass this time. Instead, the tight, restrictive ring balked at two at one time. He pulled back a bit, and more of the lube dropped on her ass. Carver rubbed it around some with one finger then added the second finger and pushed again.

  “Don’t tense up, hon. I can feel you. Push out for him. Just push out against him as he pushes in. He’ll ease right through,” Lance was saying. She wanted to tell him to stick his ass up there, but then it was over and they were past the ring.

  “There we go, babe. You’re doing so good. Just lay there and let us
take care of you.” Carver began to pull out some then moved back in. The more he did it, the farther he ended up until she was taking his fingers as far as he could push them.

  He started moving them around some, spreading them out as he moved. The sensation didn’t hurt, but it did feel odd. Before she knew it, Vella was pushing her ass back to meet his hand as he pumped them in and out of her ass.

  “God, man. You’ve got to hurry. I’m dying down here,” Lance said with a groan.

  “She’s ready, but you’re going to have to pull out some for me to get in,” Carver told the other man.

  Vella willed her body to go limp between them. This was it. She was about to become the filling between her two men, the glue that kept the three of them together as a family. She could do this. She just had to think about how important it was for the three of them to bond like this sometimes.

  Carver’s fingers pulled free of her ass, and oddly enough, she felt strangely empty now. That didn’t last long. Just as Lance pulled back some, her other man dabbed more of the lube in her ass and a much larger body part pressed against her back hole. He didn’t push in then let off as he had with his fingers.

  “Push back, Vella. Push hard for me. Right now.” Carver’s voice held strain in it as he continued to push against her ass.

  Just as she thought she would begin to hurt too much to handle it, he pushed his cockhead through the tight barrier with a stinging, burning sensation that quickly smoothed out. Now all she felt was an overwhelming fullness that had her gasping for air. Once he’d pushed through the ring, he hadn’t stopped until his balls were slapping her pussy lips.

  “Holy fuck!” Lance tightened his hold on her. “You just about pushed me out the other side of the bed, man. Easy there.”

  Carver just grunted and pulled back then pressed forward again with Lance countering his move.

  “Oh! Oh!” Vella hadn’t expected this. It was amazing. She felt full all of the time, never being without one or the other deep inside of her.