Freedom to Love [Freedom, Colorado 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Melody Snow Monroe

  They both broke for air and gasped for breath. She was dizzy from the intensity.

  “Oh, sugar. I can’t stop. I have to have you.” His lips were an inch from hers.

  “What about Conner?” She had no idea about the protocol of sharing.

  “He’ll be in, but I need to touch you and lick you and love you.” She dismissed the fact that his voice held pain.

  His hands found her breasts as his lips reclaimed her mouth. She waited for a comment or a movement to show he was disappointed, but when he straddled her, all thoughts of being rejected fled. His need appeared to be akin to desperation, and she felt the same need, too. He dragged his thumb across her nipple as his tongue drove into her mouth. They tangled and dueled, as if this was their one chance to be together.

  Harper sat up, his breath ragged. “I have no control around you.”

  He couldn’t have said anything nicer. “May I touch you?”

  His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Yes, but be quick.”

  She positioned herself on her knees for better leverage and the sweats she’d had over her lap fell. His gaze dropped to her pussy.

  “Oh, Holly, sugar.” He licked his lips and her juices dripped.

  As much as she wanted him to ravish her, she wanted time with him first. “Can you stand in front of the bed for me?”

  He grunted and obeyed, but his gaze clung to her pussy.

  “Don’t move.” It was fun tossing back Conner’s rules at Harper, even though he didn’t seem the type to obey.

  “That’s not how I swing. I tell you what to do, sugar.”

  Damn. Well, she’d tried. He lowered his chin and cocked a brow. Oh, my God, but the man could turn her inside out with a look. She had to give it one more shot. “If you move, I might have to step on my foot and it might hurt.” That was so lame, but she wanted to learn how much he really wanted to be with her.

  “Shit. Okay, but hurry. My cock is ready to burst.”

  She swallowed a laugh. To delay the unveiling, she decided to start with both of his shirts. She separated the bottom one from the pullover and lifted the outer one over his head. She thought it cute they both were into layering. Now came for the final one. Ever since he went swimming in the buff, she’d wanted to feel his massive shoulders and ripped body. Touching him would be like candy for her fingers. Good thing the next shirt didn’t have buttons either so taking it off would be easy. Instead of removing it right away, she skimmed her fingers under the shirt and kept going. She hadn’t meant to moan, but his skin just draped over his bulges. Her pussy actually clenched at the sinew and muscles.

  “Does it meet your expectations?” He tucked his tongue into his cheek.

  “I can’t tell yet. This will take care and time to explore all of you.”

  “The clock is ticking, sugar.”

  He better not ruin this for her. She wanted to build up the tension before making love with him. Conner was easygoing and sensitive and kind, and he’d told her that he wanted her to be with Harper, so she bet he’d give them as much privacy as they required.

  While Harper was the super protective one, he appeared to be the type to take her hard. More spasms rippled down her body at that thought. Would he want to tie her up so he could be in control? Both Nikki and Dani loved it when their men restrained them.

  Is that what you want?

  She wasn’t sure. Yes, you are.

  Her internal battles needed to stop. She slowly lifted his shirt over his head, and Harper jumped in to help when the material stuck on his nose. He tossed the top to the side and kept his focus on her.

  It was like Christmas in May. She turned him to the side and ran her fingers down the tattoo on his right shoulder. The dark design was a gun standing upright with a helmet on top. In front was a set of boots with the American flag as the background. Above the tattoo was the saying, “All gave some,” and underneath it read, “Some gave all.”

  “It’s sad.” She looked up at him.

  “War is sad, sugar.”

  Death was sad, but the world kept going. She wished she could push aside the hurt radiating off him, but only he had that ability. She then spotted a long scar from under his chest down to his belly. While the mark had faded, it was thick and long. “What happened?” She traced the line with her finger. Halfway to his belly, he stopped her then pressed his lips together as if he didn’t want to talk about it. That was Harper’s problem. He wanted to absorb everyone’s hurt and not ever let it out.

  “Got hurt.”

  Two could play at this game. She slipped her hand out of his grasp, sat back on the bed, and rested on her elbows, but kept her legs wide. His gaze shot between her thighs. “If you want me, you’ll have to tell me.” She’d never ever been this bold with a man, but Harper seemed to need her to play tough.

  His mouth twisted to the side for a moment. “Not much to tell. Met an Iraqi soldier who didn’t like Americans invading his hometown.”

  She couldn’t blame someone wanting to protect his turf, but she wasn’t sympathetic to the terrorist cause. “What happened when he stabbed you?” She lifted her chin. While the answer wouldn’t be pleasant, she wanted to know what he went through in the war—or at least a small piece of what he went through.

  “I bled, but I managed to twist the weapon in his hands and return the favor.” From the way his jaw hardened, the man didn’t live.

  “Was there a medic nearby to patch you up?”

  “Sugar, if you want my cock to impale that sweet pussy of yours then we need to shut off that part of my life.”

  Oh, crap. He had a point. As an apology for breaking the mood, she slipped a finger into her wet cunt. She never played with herself, but when she twisted it around, it was almost like Conner was there.

  Harper kept his gaze on her while he ditched his shoes and shoved his pants down his thighs. Jesus. He wore no underwear. Then she remembered he’d gone swimming in them and had shoved them into his bag.

  “He’s huge.” She closed her thighs and placed her heels on the bed, careful not to jar her ankle.

  “Too late now, sugar. I’m going to have you.”

  “Can I suck on your cock first?”

  “No.”

  His comment brooked no argument. “What can I do?” Before she’d stupidly mentioned the war, he’d seem willing. Damn. Her and her big mouth.

  “Just let me love you.” She swore his voice cracked on the love word, but maybe he told that to all his women.

  You don’t believe that.

  Holly didn’t know what to believe, but right now her hormones were spiking and her body throbbing. She’d never wanted anything more in her life—except maybe him and Conner at the same time.

  Harper nodded to her top. “May I?”

  Conner must have told him that she was a little skittish about getting totally naked, but there wasn’t a hint of censure in his voice. “Yes.”

  She sat up and lifted her arms above her head. He ran his fingers underneath her shirt again and caressed her nipples. “Oh, sugar. These are so sweet.”

  Her heart melted. In one fluid motion he tossed off her shirt and smiled—actually smiled.

  “You are so beautiful.”

  Really? He did sound sincere. Careful not to nudge her ankle, he leaned over and sucked on her breast while rubbing his thumb over the other nipple, the combination sparking every desire in her body. How could she be so sensitive to his touch after being totally sated last night with Conner?

  It was Harper’s fault. There was something powerful about him that drew her in. She wanted to grab his cock and suck on it, but if she distracted him, he might stalk off. Given his previous behavior, she wasn’t so naïve to think that he’d put aside his grief, so she refused to do anything that would jeopardize making love with him. Her need and desire ran too damn high.

  He pulled on her nipple rather hard, and she squeaked her surprise. He let go, but only for a second. Miraculously, the pain ended and tapped into her pleasure
center. Holly lifted her chest for more. When he moved to the other nipple, she dragged her palms across his head, loving how his short hair soothed her palm.

  Harper alternated from one tit to the other, then suddenly lifted up and kissed her again. Instead of diving in, his touch was tender and caring, as if he wanted to savor every inch of her.

  “You smell like air and springtime.” He tugged on her bottom lip.

  She almost laughed at his near poetry. Harper Anderson was the last man she’d expected to speak so elegantly and romantically.

  He nibbled on her lip then lowered his kiss to her throat. As if on autopilot, she reached between them, thinking it would be okay now to play with his cock. He might have told her she couldn’t suck on him, but touching was another story, right? The moment her fingers grazed the side of hard dick, he rolled over and sat up.

  “What did I say about touching him?”

  Yeesh. He didn’t have to get angry. “You said not to suck on him.” She didn’t recall any mention of other rules.

  He grabbed the roll of stretchy pre-wrap, scooted alongside her, and raised her arms over her head. Electric bolts skimmed her body. Was he really going to tie her up and possess her like a man on a mission? Thrills and excitement raced through her veins.

  “You, sugar, have pushed me way past my limits. Even as a soldier I didn’t have to endure such torture.”

  She swallowed her laugh at his exaggeration. His darkened eyes, however, implied he wasn’t kidding. With the tape that stuck to itself, he wound it around her wrists and hooked it to the headboard.

  She tugged on the material, and while it didn’t break, from the way it stretched, if she yanked hard enough, she probably could get free. The tape was a token restraint, and she loved it.

  “Now, I can explore your body at will.”

  She wondered if he’d ask her not to climax. Too bad she hadn’t had any military training to help her through these trying times. One lick and she’d be a goner.

  “Well, well.” Grinning, Conner appeared at her side, and she jumped.

  “Oh!”

  Conner dragged a finger across her nipple and lust grabbed her. “You two started without me. Shame on you.”

  Harper grunted and moved between her legs. He brushed her clit and her body seized. “That feels so good.” He leaned over, and when he stabbed his tongue into her slit, she tugged on her restraints, wanting to grab his shoulders—only she couldn’t. “Harper, slow down. I’m close to coming.”

  Conner laughed, and the sound made her fall for him even harder.

  “Got room for me?” Conner knelt on the bed. If he licked her tits, she’d tumble out of control for sure.

  She couldn’t worry about him right now because she was working hard to calm down between touches and licks.

  “Coz, if you want a piece, better get ready. Our woman can’t help you take off your clothes, I’m afraid.” Harper glanced up and winked.

  Who was this new man, and what happened to the sullen man he’d been not long ago? Maybe the cold swim woke him up.

  Conner smile disappeared. He moved to the head of the bed and untied the tape. “She’s not ready, man.”

  Didn’t she have a say? Before she could voice her opinion on how much she liked it, Harper jumped off the bed and sat next to her. “Fuck. You’re right.” He rubbed her wrists even though they weren’t sore. “Sorry, sugar. I got carried away.”

  “It’s okay. I wanted you to.”

  Conner huffed. “We’ll talk about it later, baby. Right now I need you.”

  She needed him, too. Harper stabbed his cousin with a lethal glare. Yeesh. They better not fight or this relationship would be doomed before it started.

  Harper went back to his position and mumbled something she couldn’t understand. He lowered his head again and licked her pussy so hard that when she bucked off the bed, he clamped a hand on her hip. Then he continued to torture her with pleasure.

  Conner shucked his clothes and left them on the floor. He stretched out next to her and ran a light finger over her nipple, sparking another round of thrills. Her nipple hardened and puckered. Sure Conner had asked her to not to climax right away in order to enhance the experience, but he wasn’t the one being licked and sucked and touched.

  She dropped back her head and moaned at the bliss rapidly taking over her body. If only her eighth-grade naysayers could see her now. They couldn’t call her a loser any more.

  Conner plucked a nipple with his teeth and stabbed his hand through her hair. The pricks of joy spread all over her body and heated her up. The men had only begun and yet she was already teetering on the precipice of her climax.

  “Please. I need some relief or I’m going to come apart.” She probably shouldn’t have said that, but it was the truth.

  Conner sat up and Harper stopped, too. “Baby, please don’t.”

  She gulped in some air. “Because the final release will be so much better?”

  He glanced at Harper and gave him a look that said for him not to talk. “Yes.”

  As if Harper wanted her to lose control, he slipped a finger in her pussy and twirled it around so fast, she clamped down on his finger. He immediately withdrew it and slid up next to her, cocooning her between her two men. She couldn’t be happier, but her pussy throbbed, needing the release.

  Harper leaned over, and as soon as he kissed her, she remembered his amazing lips. No matter how much Dani and Nikki had talked about what it was like the first time each of them had been with their men at the same time, their description didn’t do it justice. She loved being with Conner, and she was excited beyond belief being with Harper, but together her mind ceased to exist.

  Their tongues danced, but unlike the first time she and Harper kissed, this was more like a sensual waltz, all smooth and fluid and wonderful. Suddenly, Conner abandoned her breasts and moved between her legs. He trailed his fingers over her hip, then across her belly, and finally to her thighs where he widened her legs.

  “I need some of your honey.” Conner slowly licked her swollen clit, sending sparks everywhere.

  They weren’t playing fair. No woman could resist them.

  She lifted up a hip to get more of him, when he turned her on her side and slid her top leg onto his shoulder. She was completely facing Harper and had Conner’s face plastered against her pussy. It was pure heaven.

  Conner probed her slit with his finger while Harper not only was kissing her with total thoroughness, but his fingers were rubbing and plucking her nipples, driving her crazy. With each tug, her pussy gushed. It was too much. She mind couldn’t focus on one part of her body. The sensory overload blew her mind.

  It didn’t matter that Conner had nicely begged her to hold on, the waves of lust and erotic pleasure descended and pushed her higher and higher. She had to make them see reason.

  “I need someone now!” She didn’t care which man took her, but she’d never lacked such control.

  Harper pulled away and rolled her onto her stomach. Conner jumped to his knees and crawled to the head of the bed. Neither said anything as if they orchestrated this maneuver many times. To think about their other adventures helped calm her for a few seconds, but as soon as Conner had her rest on her elbows and knees, and Harper crawled behind her, her desire shot up again.

  Conner reached over to his nightstand and tossed Harper a condom. “She insists.”

  She held her breath waiting for Harper to complain. Instead, the foil ripped and then the latex snapped.

  He rubbed her rear and moaned. “Someday, sugar, my cock will make love to your ass, and you will know true nirvana.”

  Conner cupped her chin. “Don’t listen to him. Harper knows nothing about finesse.”

  Her back sagged, thankful Harper wasn’t going to fuck her ass tonight. She was already overwhelmed having two men touch her and kiss her silly.

  Harper leaned over her back and nipped her shoulder. “You ready for the ride of your life?”

  She
smiled at his arrogance. “Yes.” Could he really take her someplace new?

  Chapter Ten

  Conner’s cock nudged open her lips. “Since Harper is taking his time, how about a little lick?”

  Holly wasn’t sure she could give a blow job while Harper fucked her. Her brain would short-circuit. Conner rubbed her back as if he understood her dilemma, but that didn’t stop him from urging her.

  “Sugar, why don’t you take care of Conner for a minute while I adore your tits and ass.”

  Did they really think she wouldn’t explode the moment Harper entered her? She had to focus and enjoy what they were doing and not get sucked into the vortex of total lust.

  “Baby?”

  Holly glanced at Conner’s cock, pleased at the pre-cum gracing his slit. She opened her mouth and made small forays up his cock with her tongue. By the time she reached the tip, Conner’s breaths came out rapid.

  “Be a good girl and suck on him.” He sounded as if she was strangling him.

  She glanced up and saw his eyes were closed, almost in prayer mode. If he was that close to coming, who was she to deny him? With little pressure, she lifted her mouth over his cock and slid down his length as far as she could go. She’d failed to do justice to his cock yesterday and wanted to do better today. As she loosened her throat and prepared to take him deeper, Harper pressed the head of his cock against her pussy, and her focused shifted. All she could do was run her tongue around Conner’s hard dick while she spread her legs a little wider to accommodate Harper.

  He grunted. “Oh, sugar, I need you.”

  His voice nearly cracked, and the next thing she knew, he was fully seated in her pussy with fire shooting in every direction. She pulled her mouth off Conner to draw in a needed breath.

  “Fuck, sugar, but you’re tight.”

  She shook her head. “You’re too big.”

  Conner grabbed his cock and waved it. “I’m so close, baby.”

  When she’d been close, he hadn’t given her what she wanted, but maybe guys didn’t have the same level of control as a woman did. Not wanting to disappoint either of them, she returned to sucking Conner’s cock. This time she encased his shaft with her hand and pumped up and down.