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

by Ava Mitchell; Sydney Holiday

  “Lily, I’m giving the three of you the honeymoon suite for as long as you need it,” Edie said with a commanding tone.

  “Ye—no, I can’t. I can’t do that! I know for a fact you have a new couple booked for that suite tomorrow.”

  “But you’re family, and we take care of our family,” Edie pressed. “I know for a fact that if you stay with the Stones or with your brothers, none of you will have a moment of peace, and I think that’s exactly what you need. The peace, I mean.”

  Lily turned in her seat so she could fully face Ethan, who drove her Mustang, and so Jackson, who sat behind her, could lean forward and press his lips against her forehead.

  “We could use some privacy.” Lily glanced at her men.

  Ethan took a moment from looking at the road and met her gaze. The skin around his eyes was pulled tight, and his mouth was set in a thin line. Poor guy. He still looked a bit shaken up, but there was something else below that look, something very, very serious. It was almost as if he was contemplating something.

  She glanced back at Jackson, who looked at her as if he had a bit of extra energy to burn and she was his method of choice.

  Lily rolled her eyes mentally at how differently they handled things. They had shared a womb yet they were so very different. Ethan ruminated on everything, Jackson glossed things over, and she liked to pretend that nothing happened, when inside she was still a little shaky. Perhaps they did need a bit of alone time together.

  “Sure, Edie. We’ll take the room if you’re absolutely sure you can spare it.”

  “Don’t even start with that. The three of you are more than welcome to that room for as long as you need it. You need time to sort things out, and I think that’s a neutral place for you.”

  “Okay,” Lily said, “we’ll take you up on that. Thank you.”

  “Of course. Go ahead and let yourself in. We’ll see you in the morning. I have a special breakfast planned.”

  Lily ended the call. “Edie told us we can have the honeymoon suite at The Sweet Spot tonight if we want. She says it’s neutral territory or something like that.”

  Ethan smiled. “To The Sweet Spot it is.”

  “At least we’ll get some private time,” Jackson said from behind her. “I can’t imagine how much our families are going to hover for the next few days.”

  “You’re telling me. Jason and Seth put up a bit of a fuss when I told them I wanted to stay with the two of you tonight.”

  “Sweetcheeks, we and your brothers have come to an agreement.” Jackson tugged the end of her braid. “We figured it all out.”

  “Oh, really?” She just had to hear this. “And how exactly did the four of you make peace?”

  “Just a few death threats and promises of unbearable torture should we hurt you,” Jackson responded. “Pretty standard stuff.”

  “You call death and torture standard? Either you and my brothers are insane, or the entire male gender has a twisted view on things.”

  “Or maybe it’s you women thinking things have to be peachy all the time. Maybe that’s what messes everything up. Us guys either get along or we don’t. No harm either way.”

  “Jackson, that is the biggest pile of crap I have ever heard from you,” Lily said.

  Ethan snickered. “It sounds like a bunch of crap, but it’s the truth.”

  “Come on,” she argued. “What would you two have done if Jason and Seth decided not to let you do this whole project?”

  He shrugged. “We would have done it anyway. It would have made things more difficult, but we were going to do this either way because that’s how much you mean to us.”

  “Exactly,” Jackson agreed from the backseat.

  Ethan slowed the car down, took a corner, and within a few blocks pulled up to The Sweet Spot. “We’re all about making this work, no matter what.”

  Lily felt her overjoyed smile taking over her face. “Sounds like a plan.”

  Together, they walked up the hill leading to the front door and through the little red gate. The bed-and-breakfast was still when Jackson opened the door. The only sound was the whirring of the air conditioning and their steps on the hardwood floor.

  Lily felt like they were sneaking in after curfew, and her heart jolted at how happy she felt. She might have never seen the two of them again, but now they had however long they wanted to make sure that would never happen.

  She led the way up the stairs, creeping up on her tiptoes. Jackson and Ethan’s steps plunked on the stairs, though, and when she turned around to shush them, Jackson just shook his head, threw her over his shoulders, and carried her the rest of the way.

  “Hey!” she whispered. “Hey! You put me down!”

  He just smacked her ass. “When we get there. You’ve had a hard night and don’t need to be on your feet.”

  “Oh, so you’ll just carry me like a sack of potatoes.”

  “I was going more for sexy caveman,” he said as he opened the door to one of the larger rooms. “Not working for you?”

  “Not particularly,” she complained against his back. She did have to admit, though, that she did find the way his back muscles rippled under his shirt quite appealing. It reminded her of the latent strength just resting under his skin. “Okay, maybe a little.”

  Ethan shut the door and flicked on the lights. “And the truth comes out. It always does, Lily, so it’s just a waste of time to fib.”

  Jackson set her down, and she straightened her muddied shirt and wiped her hair out of her face. “I was not fibbing. I was trying to prove a point.”

  Jackson crossed his arms over his chest, and Ethan regarded her very seriously.

  “And what point would that be?” Ethan asked.

  She lifted her chin. “That I…”

  “That’s what I thought. Enough, Lily. What exactly is going on with you?”

  “Nothing,” she said, defensiveness written all over her tone.

  Ethan sighed and ran a hand over his face. “After what we all just went through, you’re still trying to pretend like you can handle everything on your own. Why haven’t you realized that we’re here for you, no matter what, and we’re not going anywhere?”

  “I know that now. I do, believe me.” Lily backed up until her knees hit the bed, and she sank down. “I just feel a little out of sorts right now.”

  Ethan crossed the room and knelt in front of her. “We know exactly what you mean. But pretending like everything is all right is just going to make things worse. Need I remind you about the little letter incident?”

  She looked into his eyes and thought about those days of arguing and barely restrained frustration. “Yes. I remember. You’re right. I’m just trying to process all of this.”

  Jackson sat down next to her, his shoulder brushing against hers. “That’s fine. Just don’t shut us out.”

  “Yeah. I don’t think we can handle too much more this evening,” Ethan said. “We almost lost you. That thought—what would happen to you, what was that bastard planning to do—I can’t go there again. It’s too much. So please don’t shut us out.”

  Sitting between them, she realized she had stopped shaking inside. How could it have taken her so long to acknowledge the sense of quiet calm they gave her when they were near? She had always fought it, that knowledge of belonging, of rightness. As she let herself bask in the gift of their closeness, she realized they weren’t going anywhere, and if she tried to leave, they would follow.

  “You don’t have to worry about losing me anymore. I told you earlier, and I’ll tell you again. I’m not leaving, so you better not get sick of me.” She twiddled her thumbs as she spoke, still afraid on some level of rejection, of seeing a flicker of emotion on their faces that would clue her into the fact that they did not want to be with her.

  Ethan clucked his tongue and cupped the back of her neck, using his thumbs to angle her chin up so she had nowhere else to look but his eyes. “Lily Rose, will you stop that? We just told you we were terrified of lo
sing you, hinting that we don’t know how to live without you anymore, and you still think we’re going to get sick of you? Or that we’re going to up and leave you—”

  “Not gonna happen,” Jackson chimed in.

  “We’re not going anywhere, you’re not going anywhere. End of story. We’re in love with you, Lily, and we won’t ever stop.”

  The need to cry burned the back of her throat. “I think I like you better when you’re sassy.”

  A tear popped out of the corner of her eye and rolled down her cheek. Ethan’s bright-eyed gaze tracked its progress. “I think we can handle that,” he said as he swiped the pad of his thumb over her cheek.

  The kiss Ethan gave her burned with desire but was tempered with heartbreaking sweetness. There was something about the way he poured his heart out with his lips that melted Lily’s defenses. She opened herself to him, letting him explore the recesses of her mouth as he cupped her face and angled his head just…There.

  Lily moaned against him and let him take the lead. There was a wildness about him—about them—tonight, and she was more than happy to follow them to that place. Ethan shifted and then suddenly she broke their kiss as he lifted her shirt out of the way. It landed in a dirty heap near the door.

  She sat before them in her shorts and bra, and even though she was dirty and scraped up, she had never felt more beautiful. Their gazes, soft yet full of erotic conviction, focused on her, saw into her, and she knew she had finally found where she belonged. Reaching behind her, Lily unclasped her bra and let the straps skim down her arms in a kiss of satin. She held the cups to her breasts, though, intent on making them wait for it.

  “Aw, babe, not fair,” Jackson complained.

  But Ethan just held her gaze, the light in his eyes daring her, taunting her to make his day. When she did not move, just returned his stare, he slid his hands up her arms, hooked his fingers into her bra cups, and pulled. Her breasts spilled forward and filled his awaiting hands, and her nipples rubbed against the calluses on his palms. She sucked in a breath and waited, hypnotized, as Ethan bent and took a breast in his mouth.

  His mouth was warm, and the suction gentle. The pleasure immediate. Spirals of heat traveled down her body and unfurled in her limbs, making her soft and pliable for them. She clutched Ethan’s blond head to her chest and rode the sensation of his tongue teasing the very tip of her breast.

  The mattress lifted, and she heard a distant ruffling of clothes. When she cracked an eye open to peek, she saw that Jackson had already stripped. Ethan pulled away from her, and she fell back onto the bed. Ethan quickly removed his clothing, his muscles flexing as he tugged on his clothing.

  Now this was something a girl could definitely get used to—two Texas men putting on a show for her. Watching them as their muscles moved made her feel so utterly feminine, and it turned her on like nothing else before them. She admired the corded beauty of their muscles, the solid structure of their frames.

  Then Ethan was there, yanking her shorts and panties down her legs and exposing her saturated pussy. She was wet and throbbing already, and she wouldn’t have minded if one of them just sank into her and got busy. She would welcome the stretching sensation that bordered on pain and the friction of a hard cock inside her. Once she was naked, though, Ethan gripped her inner thighs, spread them wide, and put his mouth on her.

  “Oh!” Her body jolted off the bed, but he held her down for his pleasuring.

  “You taste so sweet,” Ethan said against her pussy. His tongue flicked over her clit, and she screeched. Ethan’s intimate touch was so, so sweet. Already, her cunt was begging to be filled and stretched, packed full of Stone cock. She rolled and bucked with her desperation, fucking Ethan’s face with each pump of her hips.

  “You like that, sweetcheeks?” Jackson cupped the back of her head and pulled her up to his fat cock. “You like this, too. Open wide, Lily, and suck it.” His cock flushed a deep red, and his balls were heavy, virile weights below.

  She licked her lips, happy to oblige. She gave him the same treatment Ethan had given her—she got straight to the point, sucking Jackson’s thick cock into her mouth without any soft preamble.

  “Ah, fuck. Suck it just like that. Yes.” Jackson flexed his hips and seated himself another inch in her mouth. She fluttered her tongue over the under-ridge of his cockhead, and his abs tightened and fluttered.

  Lily gripped the thick base of Jackson’s dick and used her mouth on the rest, but there were still inches of poor, unattended flesh. She let Ethan’s sucking, licking, and stroking guide her pace as she sucked his brother off. Jackson shuddered and groaned above her, but even though she could tell he was desperate to thrust fully into her mouth, he held back. Then Ethan slipped two fingers inside her and swirled them around her G-spot at the same moment he sucked on her clit, and she let go of Jackson’s cock.

  “Ethan!” She gasped. “Oh, God, I’m close already.”

  He grinned at her from between her wide-open thighs. “Not yet, Lily.” He straightened and pulled her up then turned her so she knelt on the bed facing away from him. Jackson laid himself out before her, a golden-skinned god carved with fine artistry. Her gaze gobbled him up from his solid, muscular legs, his long, thick club of a cock, his abs that rippled and contracted with each breath, to his wall of a chest. When she reached his face, he grinned at her with such a hot glint in his mischievous green eyes that she felt herself blushing.

  “Oh, baby, you make me crazy.” He reached down and stroked himself, still damp from her mouth.

  She licked her lips at the sight of pure masculine sexuality before her, and her pussy cream started tracking down her thighs.

  “When I do this, sweetcheeks, I always think of you and your hot pussy. The way it strokes me when I’m fucking you with your legs folded high and back so I can go deep.” His hand moved up and down, and a pearly drop of pre-cum slipped from the tip.

  Helpless to stop it, she skimmed her hand up her hip and cupped her breast, fondling her sensitive nipple.

  “That’s it. Pinch it for me. Roll it—yes. Like that. That’s my mouth on you, sucking you in.”

  His words swirled—dark and rich—in her blood. Each tug on her nipple caused fluttering jolts in her cunt, and her clit thrummed with the overwhelming desire to be stroked into madness. A groan slipped from her lips, and Ethan tugged her against his solid frame.

  “It sounds like you need some help there,” he said against her ear as his cock slipped between her thighs.

  “Mmm,” she responded. She thrust her ass against his pelvis, and his fingers tightened their grip on her flanks.

  “That’s how I like you.” Ethan slipped his hand between her thighs and pulled her legs open, exposing her. “So flushed and swollen—” His hand crept up her thigh. “—so creamy and wet. Oh, fuck, Lily. You’re so ready, so slick.”

  She trembled in his grip. His fingers slid through her pussy juices and spread them all around—over her clit, the space between her pussy and asshole—and his touch sent spears of hot, pulsing joy through her body.

  “Make her come, Ethan,” Jackson commanded. “I want to watch.”

  At the hungry, almost predatory gleam in Jackson’s eyes, Lily’s pulse fired up.

  “Gladly,” Ethan growled. He slapped her exposed clit, making her squeal. “Get those juices flowing, Lily. We’re going to fuck you so hard you’ll need every bit of lube you can get. And it’s my personal goal to lube up that sexy little asshole just from the juices in your cunt.”

  Ethan’s fingers found her clit and circled, circled, circled. They never strayed, just stayed on glorious target, pushing her higher and higher. Her mind swirled, and she lost all traces of any thought other than the primal need for release.

  “Ah, shit. She’s creaming all over my hand.” Ethan sounded wild, uninhibited. She loved it.

  “Ethan!” she cried. “Oh God. I can’t…Ah! Oh God.”

  “Look at how beautiful you are. Your tits are fuller, your ni
pples so desperate for some loving.” Jackson sat up and stroked his fingers over the places he talked about. “Your skin is flushed and glowing. So pink. So pretty.” His fingers skimmed between the flesh of her breasts and down to her belly button. “I want a taste.”

  Jackson lowered his head and sucked a nipple into his hot mouth, skimming his teeth over the tip. The sharp pain mixed with the gluttonous pleasure from Ethan’s fingers, and she flew apart, coming all over Ethan’s hand.

  “Ah! Ethan! Jackson! Ohhh my God!”

  “That’s right. Come all over my hand.” Ethan shot three fingers deep into her pulsing cunt, and she clamped down on them, relishing in the fullness of her completion. “Come, Lily. Come harder.” He swirled his fingers along the front wall of her pussy, hitting that spot. The slight pressure of it hitched her pleasure higher, and when Ethan pinched her clit with his other hand, she started screaming again.

  “Music to my ears,” Jackson said against her breast. “So fucking beautiful.”

  When she came down, Lily still felt the aftershocks pulsing through her. She sagged against Ethan, who banded an arm over her belly. Her breath sawed in and out of her lips, and her breasts heaved with her effort to calm down. She was sopping wet and loved it.

  Ethan nuzzled against her, and the gesture felt so intimate her breath caught. “Catch your breath now because we’re nowhere near done.” He swiped his fingers between her legs, transferring her slick release between her ass cheeks.

  “Ready for another round?” Jackson had already laid back once more, his hands behind his head as if waiting for her to pounce.

  Despite her shaking knees and thrumming body, Lily crawled toward him.