Mitchell, Ava and Holiday, Sydney - Corralling the Stones, Part 2: The Taming [Liebling, Texas 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Ava Mitchell; Sydney Holiday

  And like magic, Ethan appeared at the door. Jackson gave him a nod, and Ethan immediately tossed their lunch aside. Who wanted chicken salad when all you had an appetite for was pussy?

  Lily gasped when Ethan came around behind her. She reached her hand back and pulled his twin in for a kiss as he worked furiously to undress himself. A smile curled the corners of her lips up ever so slightly.

  Jackson could feel the moment Ethan entered her and savored the way their woman shuddered with each of their thrusts, one pushing in while the other pulled out in perfect synchronicity. The three of them were meant to be together, just like this, always and forever. And if forever meant just until summer’s end, then so be it.

  He could accept that. Finally, he understood. He had no other choice than to take what he could and simply be at the mercy of this amazing, sometimes infuriating, always beautiful woman in his arms.

  * * * *

  Lily’s breath had hitched in her throat when she realized Ethan was joining them, a reaction of both surprise and relief. This was how it was supposed to be, the three of them together. Every nerve ending in her body was set afire when she felt Ethan penetrating her from behind, his long, lubricated cock stretching and massaging her from the inside out.

  She cried out when Ethan gripped her hips hard, digging his thick fingers into her flesh as he fucked her. Jackson had wrapped his hands around the back of her neck while he steadied himself with his other hand on the edge of a table. She felt like she was being pulled in two directions both literally and metaphorically. The literal version felt amazing, but the metaphorical, not so much. She did not know how she would reconcile that deep-seated feeling of being exactly where she wanted to be with the reality that she needed to leave Liebling.

  Then, as she gave herself over to the motion of their bodies rocking together in unison, a feeling of absolute peace and completion overwhelmed her. Both men thrust into her in perfect rhythmic harmony, and all notions of a life without them flew out the window. She, again, pushed those thoughts out of her mind and kicked the can a little farther—which was not difficult to do.

  Ethan nuzzled her ear with a feral-sounding growl that sent shivers down the length of her spine. Something about the way he touched her, the way he worked her body, seemed different, freer somehow, like he was no longer holding anything back. Lily realized she was finally experiencing the full force of the twins’ love for her, unmitigated by any external factors, fears, or worries. It was just them and pure, raw, untethered emotions.

  It made her pussy ache even more for them, and rivulets of her cum slid between her inner thighs. She ran her fingers through Jackson’s hair, forcing him to look at her, and kissed him. Light danced in his green eyes. Their tongues instantly met each other, tangling and soothing from one mouth to the other. When Jackson’s mouth explored down her jawline to her throat and her breasts, Lily reached behind her and grabbed Ethan’s head, pulling him in for an equally devouring kiss. Surprisingly, Ethan’s kiss was more forceful than his twin’s, a kiss that had been uncharacteristically sweet for Jackson Stone’s normal sexual style. Ethan was normally the sweeter, more tentative one, but not today. Today, it was as if he was claiming her or exerting his ownership over her body and the sinfully decadent feelings he and his twin were able to wring from her.

  Their lovemaking was more than she could take, and she shut her mind off to all thoughts and just felt. She reveled in the moist heat that formed between them as their bodies writhed against each other, the delicate tickle of the fine hairs on Jackson’s and Ethan’s chest as they brushed against her sensitive skin. The obvious strength of these men as they fucked her made her seem like a soft rag doll in comparison. And she loved it. Their muscled thighs flexed with each thrust, pistoning their cocks inside her as if to build her release with those fine God-given tools.

  Her clit raked against Jackson’s pelvis with every thrust, and it wasn’t long before the inevitable hit her like a tidal wave. Her orgasm exploded through her, making her body stiffen and tremble at the same time. Spots of light flashed behind her tightly shut eyelids, and the sound of her screams was all she could hear. The walls of her pussy undulated around Jackson’s massive cock, and her asshole clamped down on Ethan’s equally impressive dick. She dug her nails across their flesh. She was no longer sure who was whom because she was so lost in this moment, but she felt like she was holding on to them for dear life, as if she would fly away were she to let go.

  But she wouldn’t because they would hold on to her, and she knew they had the strength to never, never let go. She sighed deeply as the intensity of her orgasm began to subside, the breath escaping her, cooling her lips. She took a few more deep breaths to clear her head, fogged by too much stimulation, and she found herself smiling.

  “What’s with the smile?” Jackson asked.

  “What, can’t a girl smile after she’s been loved on by two amazing men?”

  “Not just loved on, Lily. Loved. And don’t ever forget that,” Ethan whispered into her ear. He pulled away and gave her ass one last squeeze before soaping up a wet towel in hot water and wiping himself down. He came over and did the same to Lily, cleansing her entire body before repeating the process with another wet towel.

  Jackson pushed an errant strand of hair out of her eyes, tucking it behind her ear, before kissing her eyelids and resting his forehead on hers.

  “I love you, Lily. I never want to let you go.”

  The words made her heart swell at the same time they broke it. The truth was she never wanted to let them go either.

  * * * *

  Lily had headed out to help her brothers tend bar at Cedar Ridge, leaving Jackson and Ethan in the workshop. Jackson rode on the unfamiliar high of being in love and on the same page as his twin. For the first time, they were both head over heels for the same girl, and she was equally head over heels for them. And so what if she was leaving? Ethan was right. What they had together was special, and if Lily had to leave to pursue her dreams, then so be it. They would just have to live in the moment and enjoy what time they did have together. Maybe, in the end, they’d all be back together again as if they had never spent time apart. Who knew what the future held? Only today mattered, because when it came right down to it, what did anyone really have except for this moment?

  “We have to make her stay.” Ethan’s voice broke Jackson from his thoughts.

  “What?” Now he was confused and right when he thought he had everything figured out.

  “We have to make her stay,” Ethan repeated, more emphatically this time and with an almost crazy-looking glint in his eyes. Jackson chuckled inside. He hadn’t thought his twin, always so calm and collected, had it in him.

  “But I thought you said—” Jackson began before Ethan gestured for him to shut his mouth as if he were swatting a fly into silence.

  “Yeah, well, I didn’t mean it, especially after this morning.” Ethan paced the room. “It just finally felt so…”

  “Right,” Jackson supplied.

  “Exactly, and I can’t imagine going to bed at night without that woman lying between us. She can’t leave. What if she never comes back?”

  Jackson nodded. So Ethan wasn’t the Zen master Jackson and Lily had both thought he was, so stoic and in control of his emotions. It was all just a show that Jackson knew was just as much for Ethan as it was for him and Lily. A fake-it-till-you-make-it sort of thing. Well, apparently Ethan had decided the time for faking it was over.

  “So it’s time to make our own destiny. But how do you think you’ll change her mind, someone as stubborn and determined as Lily Chisholm?”

  “I rented out some space downtown for a showroom for Lily’s designs.”

  “Are you kidding? That will totally freak her out. What happened to taking it slow with her, to not scaring her? You know she’s going to think you’re just trying to control her. And Lily hates that.”

  Ethan shrugged. “You’re right, but I don’t know what else to do.
She has to know she doesn’t need to leave Liebling to make her dreams come true. Her furniture’s a big hit, and with the publicity she’s going to get when that article comes out, she’ll have people coming to her. She doesn’t need New York.”

  “Maybe you’re right, but you’ll need more than an empty room to put her stuff in to make her change her mind. We’ll have to woo her.”

  “Woo her? Since when did you know anything about wooing, Mr. Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Ma’am?”

  Jackson could not help but grin. “Just because I’ve never had to woo a girl to come to me doesn’t mean I don’t know how to do it.”

  “So what do you have in mind?”

  Jackson chewed his bottom lip in thought. “I don’t know.”

  Ethan threw his hands into the air, clearly annoyed. “Great.”

  Jackson clapped his hands together. “I’ve got it! Her birthday’s coming up, exactly ten years after her sixteenth birthday, a birthday which we royally fucked up for her.”

  “We? You, Jackson. You fucked up.”

  “Whatever, no need to assign blame. The point is we make this birthday special and we right that wrong.”

  “Okay.” Ethan nodded. “I’m listening. Go on.”

  Even Jackson could not believe how brilliant his idea was, and he never had trouble congratulating himself for anything. He sat his twin down and went over every detail of his plan. It would blow Lily away, and hopefully, right into their loving arms for good.

  Chapter Five

  All Ethan could think was how stupid he and Jackson had been for not doing this sooner. He was done being stubborn and unforgiving. Jason and Seth were Lily’s family, and even if he had to grin and bear it through cutting glances and barely concealed hostility, he would do it. For Lily.

  Jackson let the truck roll to a stop, and he put it into park and pulled the key out of the ignition. “We’re sure we want to do this?”

  Ethan sighed. “Of course we want to do this. It’s been a long time coming. Plus, it fits into the overall scheme of things we’ve got going.”

  That night—the fateful night by the lake—their teenage selves had driven over to this very house to apologize to Jason and Seth for what they had done, but they had been turned away without the chance to say what they had gone there to say. Without seeing Lily. He would not let that happen again.

  “I guess you’re right.”

  “I’m always right. You’re just too thick-headed to know it.”

  “Yeah, and I’m Superman,” Jackson shot back. “Let’s go before you distract yourself with visions of grandeur. And by visions I mean delusions.”

  They both levered themselves out of the truck and swung the doors shut behind them. All was quiet on the Chisholms’ front. The wind was still, and the air was heavy. Even the cicadas had stopped singing in the trees. It was almost as if they knew there was a confrontation coming and had quieted down to hear.

  Jackson rounded the hood of the truck, and together they marched toward Jason and Seth’s front door, two brothers ready to do battle for their lady.

  Ethan tugged on the collar of his shirt before raising his fist to knock on the door. Then he stepped back and rocked on his heels. It was now or never.

  Jackson let out a low whistle. “I’ll bet you dinner tonight they don’t answer the door,” he said out of the corner of his mouth.

  The heavy metallic sound of the deadbolt sliding back greeted them before the solid-looking door swung open.

  Jason and Seth looked like they had been expecting them for quite a while. They piled out of the house and shut the front door behind them, walls of human flesh.

  Jason nodded in greeting, but true to form, he did not say anything, which, naturally, made Ethan want to break the silence. He was a Southern boy, after all. But miraculously, Jason ended up beating him to the punch.

  “Jackson. Ethan. What brings you here?”

  “We’re—” Ethan started.

  “We thought we’d invite you two out on a joyride around town so we can enjoy the weather together, man to man. Well, men.” Jackson gave the Chisholm brothers his best sparkly grin, and Ethan gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes.

  They’re not women, Jackson.

  Ethan cleared his throat. “What he means is that we came by to talk about a few things. Lily in particular.”

  Seth looked at Ethan speculatively. “What about Lily? That you’re with her against our not-so-secret wishes? Or that you’re taking up all of her precious time left here?”

  “Look, man,”—Jackson shouldered Ethan out of the way a little—“we just wanted to bury the hatchet of family animosity.”

  “The hatchet,” Jason echoed. “Okay, fine. Consider the hatchet buried.”

  Ethan regarded Jason very carefully. “Just like that? After all this time of you not wanting us around your sister, you’re just shrugging it all off?”

  “I didn’t say I was shrugging. But I do realize that we’re all probably putting Lily in an awkward position.”

  “So we’re fine, then?” Ethan asked. “The Chisholm-Stone tension is gone now?”

  “Consider it done.”

  “And the other thing?” Ethan pressed.

  Jason lowered his brows over his glacier-like eyes. “What other thing?”

  “Us. With your sister. The relationship.”

  “That thing. Right. We’re still burying that issue.”

  “Burying,” Jackson repeated. “As in still in the process of thinking about it?”

  Seth grinned, but it was a flashing of canines. “Right.”

  “That doesn’t make any sense, and you know it,” Jackson said.

  Seth crossed his arms over his chest, mimicking his brother. “You really don’t want to tell me what I do and do not know.”

  “I thought the hatchet was buried,” Jackson threw back.

  “That was the other one,” Seth retorted. “The one that’s officially buried is the family hostility issue. The issue of our sister is still a pretty hot topic.”

  “Yeah, it is,” Jackson said menacingly.

  “Watch it, pal,” Seth snarled. Jason glared at him then turned to Ethan.

  “We appreciate the two of you coming out and wanting to set things right, but it’s not that easy. The issue here, other than the fact that we’re still making up our minds about you, is that we have precious little time left with our sister. The little sister we raised, sent to college, and protected all her life.”

  Ethan scrubbed his face with his palms. “That’s what the real issue is here. It’s not us, and it’s not Lily. It’s you. I know I would do the same exact thing if we had a younger sister, so I’m not judging, but you can’t keep doing this to her.”

  Jason uncrossed his arms almost as if the tension in them could no longer be contained. “You’re saying what, exactly?”

  “Lily is so desperate to please you yet have her own life that she’s stuck in the middle. It’s like a tug-of-war. We’re on one side and you’re on the other. And it’s making her decision to leave a lot easier.”

  Seth looked at Ethan as if he were a three-headed dog. “The hell you just say?”

  “What?” Jackson jumped in. “Neither of you thought that you were the ones pushing her to make her asinine decision?”

  Seth’s face flushed bright red. “Don’t you even try to tell us we didn’t do right by our sister when you’ve never been responsible for more than a car.”

  “And don’t you try to tell us that we’re coming out of nowhere with this! Lily isn’t a reckless, act-now-and-think-about-it-later kind of girl. She thinks things through. There is always a method behind her madness, and you need to stop and think for just a minute that it might be you!”

  Seth clenched his jaw so hard his lips turned yellow around the edges. “Listen, you self-righteous punk, you have no idea what it was like for us when our fathers died. You don’t know what it was like trying to raise her and protect her from guys like you who pounce on the freshest
meat possible. And don’t even think to deny it because I know how the game goes.”

  “So you’re admitting that you’ve played the game,” Jackson sneered.

  “Of course I have. All of us have. But that doesn’t make up for the fact that you’re dealing with our baby sister here. If you had a sister you’d know exactly where we’re coming from.”

  “That’s what you’re not getting! Jesus H. Christ! You’re talking about her like she’s some sort of child. She’s not! She grew up a long time ago, and it’s time you started realizing it.”

  Jason’s eyes looked like ice chips in his skull. “We know she’s grown up. Believe me.”

  “I think I’m going to disagree with that.”

  “Oh, really.”

  “Hell yes. It’s not right for a twentysomething woman—yes, woman—to have to sneak around town to see the guys she’s dating. It’s preposterous.” Jackson’s hand gestures grew wilder by the second. So much for calm and in control.

  Jason seemed to mull that over. “Okay. Let’s put it this way. You have a baby sister, right? A sweet, precious baby sister who is the very definition of what is good in the world. And you watch her grow up and trade following you, her big brother and biggest hero, around to play dress-up and try on her mother’s lipstick.”

  Ethan could just see Lily doing that. Prancing around with her spun-copper braids and her makeup smudged all over her face. The idea made his heart seize.

  “Then guys start noticing her. It’s all innocent until they start looking at her for real—when they start thinking of her as more than the girl next door. You have no idea what it’s like. You can’t even imagine what it’s like to know that people like you are interested in my baby sister.”

  Jackson scoffed. “People like us? What, stand-up guys?”

  “No. I’m talking about all the shit you pulled back in your heyday.”