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

by Ava Mitchell; Sydney Holiday

  Jackson grinned. “Hop on, babe.”

  And she did.

  * * * *

  Lily came toward him like a woman on a mission. And damn if it wasn’t his favorite mission in the world. Screw Mission Impossible and all that 007 crap. He, Jackson Stone, was on a mission to pleasure his woman, and it was one task he was always up to.

  She swung a leg over his hips, and he caught a glimpse of her swollen, flushed pussy. Ah, yes. That was the stuff fantasies were made of. When she settled over him, he took his aching cock in hand and positioned it between her pussy lips, making it look as if she were kissing him there. Her eyes lit up when his cockhead brushed her wetness, and he watched with deep male satisfaction as he pressed up and she lowered herself onto him. Jackson loved watching himself sink into her. Loved the feel of her cunt sucking him in and gripping him like it never wanted him to leave.

  The minute his cockhead squeezed into her pussy, Jackson’s mind went blank. Everything in the background was cricket-chirping, white-noised nothing. But Lily’s guttural groan? Now that was music to his ears. A fucking symphony. Beethoven’s Fifth, for all he knew.

  Dum, dum, dum, duuum…

  Bring on the whirlwind craziness because Lily was gripping him nice and tight and so snug. She was like heaven. His cock was ready to explode. He felt the exquisite pressure building in his lower back and knew any background thoughts of finesse, technique, or any form of skill that took rational thought flew out the window. With her pussy lips spread wide to accommodate his cock, there was only one way he could fuck her, and it was his favorite way of all—mindlessly.

  It was a meeting of bodies, a slapping of flesh on flesh as he pounded into her, heedless of anything else other than the way she squeezed him, her pussy muscles rippling down his cock in a way that tested all his years of experience. But those other women he had shared with Ethan had not pulled on him in such an elemental way. He felt every one of the tremors passing through Lily’s body. He felt every sigh, every shaking gasp as if it were his own. But most of all, he felt the way her body asked him for more or a change in the angle of his hips so he could hit her clit just…right.

  “Oh!” Lily gasped, and she dug her fingernails into his chest, digging in nice and deep.

  Fuck yes. That was what he liked—little pinpricks of pain mixing in with the sweet, sweet pleasure of being inside her. He gripped her hips and tilted her a little lower, and—

  “Jackson!” Her eyelashes flew wide, and her whole body stilled.

  He felt it gathering inside her and watched the shock pass over her face a moment before her cunt started rippling around him, tempting him, begging him, to let himself go inside her. But he could not. He held off his orgasm, wanting to have the experience of watching her come all around him so he could singe it into his memory.

  And, damn, was it a good one.

  Lily bucked and undulated, her breasts jiggled, and her hips pumped his cock, her greedy little body eking the last bits of pleasure from him. Ethan crowded her from behind, and when Lily’s bucking motions slowed, he pushed her forward so her tits rested on Jackson’s chest. Damn, he just loved the way her hardened nipples poked his chest while the rest of her pillowy flesh kissed his.

  “Breathe, Lily,” Ethan urged. Jackson felt the very moment his brother breached her hole. She clamped down, and her thighs tensed around his hips. “Let me in. That’s right. Breathe…yes. Oh, that’s so good. You squeeze me so good.”

  Lily buried her face in the crook of Jackson’s neck, her hair tickling his face. “It burns. Ooh, Ethan, it burns.”

  Ethan stopped immediately, his chest and shoulders bulging with his effort to control himself. “Jackson, ease her up.”

  Jackson kissed her shoulder and gripped her hips. “My pleasure.” He started rubbing her back and forth on his cock, making sure his pubic bone hit her clit with every stroke.

  Lily groaned against his skin, and he felt the moment she started relaxing, letting the pleasure they gave her bloom through her body. “Deeper, Ethan. Please. I can’t take it.”

  “Just keep breathing for me. That’s it. Take me deep.” Ethan’s voice was guttural and strained. Sweat beads popped up along his hairline, and his breath heaved.

  Jackson swiped her body down along his cock again, and Lily sucked in a breath. “Oh God. Ethan, just fuck me! Please!”

  There was a moment of tension, then Ethan growled. When he shoved the rest of his cock into Lily’s waiting body, her pussy sucked on Jackson’s cock so hard his eyes crossed.

  “Fuck!” Jackson groaned.

  A fresh batch of cream slicked Lily’s pussy and thighs, making her ride that much easier. “So full. So good. Oooh.” She pushed herself up from his chest, her hands still stuck there, and she started moving.

  “That’s it, Lily,” Ethan encouraged her, “ride us. Just like that. Shit, that’s good. Never been anything better than this.”

  He and Ethan fucked into her like the pistons of a freight train, in and out, in and out, taking turns, driving her higher until she was screaming again, her hips bucking and swaying to the beat they set. Her pussy squeezed the life out of Jackson’s cock, and the friction was beyond anything he had ever felt. The soft flesh of her cunt sucked at him, kissed him from base to tip and did it all over again. It massaged his dick over and over until his balls felt like they were on fire from the exquisite sensation.

  Lily’s body moved like flame—swaying, dancing, glowing. Her breasts jiggled with every thrust, her nipples begging him to take a lick. Just one. Little. Lick.

  Jackson rose up on his hand and propped himself up, his hips rolling between her splayed thighs. He reached between them with his free hand and spread her pussy lips wider, exposing her swollen clit to his every stroke.

  “Ohhh, Jackson,” she groaned. She threw her head back and rode them harder, and he felt her tighten around him.

  Shit. Oh, shit. Holy hell that was it. Right there.

  “Ride me, baby. That’s it. Fuck those cocks like you mean it.” Jackson barely recognized his voice. It was deep and frayed—an animal in rut.

  Ethan smacked the side of her hip. “Take it, Lily. Take us. Fuck us back.”

  She hugged her hips against Jackson’s sides and dug her nails into his chest. She would leave scratch marks, he was sure, but he would wear them like battle scars. “Oh…oh. Oh!” She tensed and then it rolled over her. She took them with her, the pulsing sensation hitting Jackson’s cockhead just right so that he cursed.

  “Fuck, Lily. Ah, God,” Jackson groaned as he emptied himself in throbbing bursts, and Ethan roared.

  * * * *

  The next morning, Lily stretched nice and long and instantly regretted it. Her everything was sore. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from making any noise.

  Jackson lay sound asleep beside her. Looking at him, she felt her heart swell with such emotion that she shied away from it. Her hero in a Mustang convertible. She would never forget how he and Ethan had endangered themselves to save her. It was one thing for Ethan to throw himself headlong down the dark alley all those weeks ago, but for them to pull some Indiana Jones stunts? That was something she expected from Jason and Seth.

  She looked down at Jackson’s sleeping form, feeling her body awaken. Sometime in the night, he had thrown an arm up over his head, and the other rested on his belly. The sheet was draped across his lower body, showing off his defined chest and belly before hiding the most virile part of his anatomy. She licked her lips, thinking about what that part of his body did to her. If she was honest with herself, she had to admit she was spoiled. Even in sleep Jackson was a rascally kind of handsome, his lips forever curled into a mischievous smile.

  The door opened, and she looked up to see Ethan walk in carrying a tray loaded with food. His biceps bulged, and the sight of him—tall, broad, and muscular—carrying a tray with orange juice and flowers made her smile. He would always take care of her and put her needs before his own, which both delighte
d and frightened her.

  When he saw she was awake, his face broke into a blindingly happy grin. “Morning.” He placed the tray on the nightstand, sank down next to her, then traced her jawline. “Feeling all right?”

  She turned her face into his hand and kissed his palm. “Now I am.”

  Ethan looked at her for a moment, his eyes burning with intensity. He leaned in and kissed her, his lips soft and plush against hers. She loved the familiar scent of his breath mingling with hers and the way his callused fingers tangled in her hair. Her heart pitter-pattered in her chest, and her clit started thrumming in time with it.

  “I see you two got started without me.”

  She and Ethan broke apart, and she looked over at Jackson, who propped himself up on his elbows. The sheet slipped lower down his hips, and she felt her body heating up.

  Jackson’s eyes gleamed bright jade. “Don’t stop on my account. I don’t mind watching at all.”

  “Ease off for a second, Jackson. We’ve gotta give our girl some time to rest up.” A beat of silence passed, and she knew she had missed out on their telekinetic twin-speak thing.

  She yawned and looked around the room, remembering exactly where they were. The honeymoon suite. She could think of a million other things to do in this room than eat breakfast, but the look on Ethan’s face told her this was more important.

  “After last night, you need your strength. Now eat up or the higher-ups will worry.”

  “Higher-ups? I don’t think you have to worry about Jason and Seth anymore.”

  “Who said I was talking about your brothers? It’s Lena and Edie I’m worried about. In Liebling, the women here are all higher-ups as far we’re concerned,” Jackson responded.

  Lily made an unladylike noise. “You’re singing a much different tune than you did when you were younger, Jackson Stone.”

  “Well, I think you made me change it.” He tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear.

  “You sweet-talker. I can’t believe Edie made us stay in the honeymoon suite. We’re not married, and I know there was an actual honeymooning couple who were interested in this room. Edie told me last night.”

  “We’re not married yet,” Jackson said.

  The way he looked at her—fixated, as if putting his whole self into gauging her reaction—startled her.

  “Jackson…”

  Ethan climbed off the bed and knelt on the floor in front of her. She covered her mouth with her trembling hands.

  “You’ve been the woman of our dreams since we were kids—Ethan opened a black velvet jewelry box. “—and I don’t think we’ve ever stopped loving you since, despite Jackson’s protests.”

  “Hey!” Jackson interjected.

  “And we’ll never stop,” Ethan continued, his lips quirking despite the serious, tender look in his eyes. “Lily Rose Chisholm, would you do us the honor of being our wife?”

  “Yes,” she managed to whisper despite the burning in her throat as she fought tears.

  Ethan took her left hand from her mouth and slid the ring on it—a classic princess cut with what looked like a platinum band.

  Jackson rested his chin on her shoulder. “We thought it was like you. Understated but beautiful nonetheless.”

  Ethan slid the ring up her finger until it sat snug against her knuckle. Then he lifted her hand and kissed the place where her ring lay. “We love you, Lily. You’re staying with us now.”

  He said it like a statement, but the look on his face and Jackson’s sudden tenseness suggested otherwise.

  “Yes. Forever. But when did you…”

  “We’ve had the ring for a couple days now,” Jackson chimed in. “We were just waiting for the right time. Then last night we realized there was no time like the present.”

  Then it dawned on her. “Ethan, you sneak! You told Jason last night.”

  He peeled the sheets away from her body. “You bet I did. We were going to marry you either way, but I wanted to make absolute peace with your brothers first.”

  “And what did Jason say?”

  His hands slid up her calves. “That he’ll put out a hit on us if we hurt you. But I told him we’ve got it under control.”

  Lily licked her lips and let her arousal grow with their every touch. “And how do you figure that?”

  Jackson pulled her sleeping shirt over her head, leaving her naked between them. “We figure we can just keep you in bed all the time.”

  “My sentiments exactly.” Ethan rose from his crouching position and kissed her full-on, not even trying to seduce her gently. He leaned into her, giving her his body weight, and she let herself fall into Jackson’s waiting arms.

  THE END

  ABOUT THE AUTHORS

  Ava Mitchell grew up on the Texas coast and has had a love affair with words ever since she could read. As an only child for the first seven years of her life, Ava made up stories to entertain herself and drove her mother crazy with her personalized renditions of Alice in Wonderland, Sleeping Beauty, and Peter Pan, just to name a few. Ava firmly believes that a bad day can be cured with dessert and that inspiration can be found anywhere, especially when discussing hunky heroes with her writing partner and dear friend, Sydney Holiday.

  Ava feels blessed to have the opportunity to share her words with her readers and would love to hear from them at AvaMitchell.author@gmail.com.

  Sydney Holiday was born and raised in Central Texas. As may be evidenced in her writing, she has a great love of food and baking. She has two small lap dogs, a Pomeranian and a Boston terror, and is lucky enough to be married to a wonderful man with nearly infinite patience.

  The eldest child of restaurateurs, Sydney spent much of her youth making up stories to entertain herself while she folded napkins, polished silverware, and refilled water glasses. As an adult, she’s honed her imagination to craft what she hopes are fun and sexy erotic novels. Sydney is working on several romance novels and collaborates with her bosom buddy and sounding board, Ava Mitchell. She hopes readers enjoy her stories as much as she enjoys writing them.

  Sydney would love to hear from her readers: SydneyHoliday.author@gmail.com.

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  Liebling, Texas 1: A Perfect Fit for Three

  Also by Ava Mitchell and Sydney Holiday

  The Male Order, Texas Collection: A Bride for Two Tycoons, Part 1: The Courtship

  The Male Order, Texas Collection: A Bride for Two Tycoons, Part 2: The Promise

  Liebling, Texas 3: Corralling the Stones, Part 1: The Chase

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