Van, Becca - Slick Rock Cowboys [Slick Rock 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Becca Van

“Yes, thanks for waiting for me. What are we doing?” Tara asked.

  “We’re taking you for a ride, baby. You can ride with me on the way to where we’re going, and you can ride with Johnny on the way back. Do you want a drink before we leave?” asked Clay.

  “No. I’m good. Let’s go.” Tara smiled at her two men and took the lead to the barn.

  “Slow down, sweetheart. You don’t want to fall over and hurt yourself,” Johnny warned.

  “I’m just so happy that I can ride again.”

  “Come on, baby. Let me mount up first and Johnny will lift you up to me.”

  Tara waited beside Clay and then let Johnny lift her up to Clay. Clay clasped her waist while she swung her leg over the horse’s neck and settled onto his lap, then urged the horse into a canter. Tara felt free again as she rode on Clay’s lap. She laughed out loud with sheer exuberance.

  They rode for half an hour until the creek was in their sight. Tara let her childhood memories play in her mind of her, Clay, and Johnny swimming in the summer heat in the pool of water at the end of the creek. They were such happy times. She felt her heart filling with love for her two men all over again.

  Johnny dismounted first, tethered his mount, leaving plenty of room for his horse to graze, and then walked over to help Tara off of Clay’s lap. He swung her around in a circle and smiled when Tara laughed out loud again.

  “I love it when you laugh, sweetheart. You haven’t done much of that lately.”

  “I know. I’ve been really hard to live with, huh?”

  “You? Never, sweetheart,” Johnny said with a grin as he slid her down his long, hard, muscular torso.

  “Come on, you two,” Clay called over his shoulder as he headed for the creek.

  Johnny helped Tara limp her way to the creek, and she gasped with surprise when she saw a blanket on the ground near their swimming hole and a picnic basket hanging in the branch of a tree above.

  “Oh, we’re having a picnic. I love picnics.”

  “We know, baby. Come and sit down. Let us feed you while you sit back and relax,” Clay stated.

  “I’ve done nothing but relax for the last six weeks, Clay. I need to get back to a normal routine.”

  “Just one more day. Please, baby?”

  “Okay,” Tara sighed out.

  They fed Tara spit roast chicken with potato salad, tossed salad, and small bread rolls. They plied her with two glasses of wine until she lay back on the blanket, totally replete.

  “Oh my. I haven’t eaten so much in a long time,” Tara mumbled sleepily as she put her arm over her eyes to shield them from the sunlight.

  She heard Clay and Johnny moving, packing the food away, but was feeling too lazy to help. She lay back enjoying the sound of the water babbling over the rocks in the creek and the sound of birds twittering in the trees above. Life couldn’t get much better.

  “Tara, can you sit up for a bit, sweetheart?” Johnny asked in a voice Tara had never heard him use before. She removed her arm from her eyes and pushed herself into a sitting position.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing, baby. We’ve got something we want to ask you.” Clay hedged.

  “Okay, shoot.”

  Tara looked from Clay to Johnny and back again. It looked like they were nervous to her, but she had no idea why.

  “Tara, you know we love you, don’t you?” Johnny asked hesitantly.

  “Yes, and I love you both very much.”

  “Tara, would you honor us and become our wife?” Johnny asked and swallowed loudly as he drew a small jeweler’s box from his pocket.

  “What? What did you say?” Tara asked quietly then yelled the next minute.

  “Tara, we both love you so much, baby. We would be honored if you would consent to being our wife!” Clay reiterated.

  “Are you serious? Oh, sorry, of course you’re serious.”

  Tara launched herself into Johnny’s and Clay’s arms as she yelled, “Oh my God. Yes. Yes, yes, yes. I would love to be your wife. But how is that possible? I can’t marry the both of you, and I refuse to choose between you two.”

  “We’ve already talked about it, sweetheart. You’ll marry me since I’m the youngest and closer to your age, but in our hearts, you’ll be married to Clay as well,” Johnny explained.

  “Are you sure this is what you want, Clay?”

  “Yes, baby. I’m sure. So what do you say? Is that still a yes?”

  “Yes,” Tara screamed at the top of her voice, joy, love, and happiness filling her heart.

  The two horses in the background neighed with enthusiasm, which had all of them laughing. Tara wrapped her arms around her men and kissed them one at time. She put all the love she felt for them into her kiss, which had them growling low in their throats. Clay clasped her by her upper arms and moved her away from them slightly. She glanced to Johnny and gasped as the most beautiful eighteen-carat gold ring with a one-carat solitaire diamond was held out to her, displayed in the small box. She held her breath as Clay plucked the ring from the box and placed it on her left ring finger.

  “Sweetheart, if you keep that up, we’re going to strip you naked right here, right now,” Johnny panted.

  “So what’s stopping you?” Tara replied with a saucy smile and a wink then surprised Clay and Johnny by removing her top and slowly reaching around to her back, flicking her bra open, and letting the traps fall from her shoulders. She held the cups of her bra to her chest as she removed her arms then flung it at Clay. It hit him in the face, which had Tara giggling uncontrollably with her eyes closed.

  Clay and Johnny pounced. They had her stripped naked on the blanket within moments. Tara stopped laughing as the air around them thickened. Johnny moved up beside her and took her mouth with his. She answered his questing tongue and opened her mouth to let him into hers.

  Tara moaned when Clay sucked and pinched her nipples, and both her men had her writhing beneath them in moments. When she arched her chest up to his mouth, Clay released her nipple with a popping sound, licking and nibbling his way down the sensitive skin of her stomach. When he was between her legs, his face level with her sex, she felt him gently spread her thighs apart and helped him gain access to her pussy by moving her thighs wider. She felt his tongue slide through her folds, and he licked her from the top of her slit to her tight, creamy hole. She couldn’t prevent herself from bucking up into his mouth. The sensation of Clay stabbing his tongue into her entrance and the sound of him groaning as her cream coated his tongue made her burn even hotter.

  “You taste so good, baby. I’ll never get enough of this pussy,” Clay said then bent his head once more.

  Tara felt Clay flatten his tongue against her clit and laved it over the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her pussy, and he pushed a finger into her tight, wet sheath. She could feel him stroking her internal walls until she was whimpering into Johnny’s mouth as Johnny plucked at her nipples with his fingers. She moaned when Clay withdrew his finger and then groaned loudly as he pushed two digits into her creamy sheath. She mewed as she felt him twist his fingers around until his palm was facing up, and he strummed the pads of his fingers over her G-spot as he kept his tongue swirling and laving over her clit, then began to thrust his fingers in and out of her cunt. He had her on the edge of an orgasm within moments. And she growled as he eased off and let her cool down, and bit Johnny’s lip as Clay started tormenting her flesh all over again.

  She was glad when he didn’t stop this time and knew he felt her cunt ripple along his fingers when he groaned. He pumped his fingers in and out of her body faster, harder, and deeper. Tara screamed, her cunt clamping down on his fingers as she drenched his hand, mouth, and chin with her release.

  She saw Clay sit up between her legs as she opened her eyes to see him grasp the base of his cock, aim for her wet pussy, and begin to work his engorged flesh into her body. When he was fully embedded in her vagina, he picked her up, lay down on his back, and held her ass cheeks to keep he
r still, and she knew he was giving Johnny access to her dark hole.

  Tara heard Johnny quickly preparing his cock by coating it with a generous amount of lube, the slick liquid sounds reaching her ears, and then she felt him at her back as crawled up behind her. She felt him hold on to one of her hips to keep her still. She felt his cock touch her anus, and he began to push in. The sound of him growling low in his throat as her flesh enveloped him had her reaching flash point. But he held still when he popped through the tight muscles of her sphincter. It was more pleasure than she could stand. Her body was on fire, and she wanted him to fuck her hard. She knew he was waiting until her muscles relaxed and she pushed out, allowing him to push into her body until he was embedded to the hilt. She moaned once more as she tried to rock her hips back to get him to move. She felt Clay move his hips back and withdraw his cock from her tight cunt, and then as he pushed back in, Johnny pulled out and then plunged back into her ass. Her two lovers set up a slow, steady pace which had her writhing and whimpering as she begged for more.

  “Oh God. You feel so good. Please, fuck me. I love you both so much,” Tara cried out.

  Tara saw Clay look at Johnny just before he released the tight control he had on his body, and he began to pound in and out of her body. She knew Johnny had let himself go as well, as he began to move in sync with his brother.

  “Oh yes. Harder, faster,” Tara yelled.

  She saw Clay give Johnny a nod, and then they began to thrust their hips in a frenzy of need, a need that matched her own. She could hear Clay’s breath rasping in and out of his lungs the same as his brother’s as they forged their way in and out of her body. She heard Johnny groan and knew he had felt her body ripple around his cock, indicating her impending climax. She felt his fingers reach down between her and Clay’s bodies and pinched her clit between his thumb and index finger. She screamed with her orgasm, her body clamping down on his, stars sparkling before her eyes. She felt Johnny remove his hand as she drenched Clay with her cum. She heard Clay roar out his release, as did his brother, and then she and Johnny slumped down on top of Clay, their bodies still spasming and pulsing as their pleasure ebbed.

  She whimpered as Johnny sat up and gingerly removed his half-flaccid cock from her ass. She felt his arms around her, and he picked her up, pulling her off Clay’s cock, and walked toward the creek, her head resting on his shoulder. She heard Clay following behind them. Tara was glad of the cool water since it helped reduce the heat of her body and washed away the sticky evidence of their lovemaking in the swimming hole. Johnny carried her back to the blanket, and they lay in the afternoon sunshine until they were dry. Finally, as the sun began to set, she knew they had to leave, so she got dressed, her two loves doing the same. They mounted the horses, and Tara moved over to Johnny, holding out a hand to be pulled up with him. She was riding with Johnny this time.

  “I love you both so much,” Tara said as she looked from Clay to Johnny and back again.

  Her men smiled back at her, their love shining in their eyes.

  “We love you, too, Tara,” they replied together.

  “Let’s go home, boys. I feel the need to go to bed early,” Tara stated with a smile.

  Clay and Johnny laughed then kicked their mounts into a gallop. They were in a hurry to get home all of a sudden.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Tara slid from Johnny’s lap as he brought his horse to a halt near the timber steps to the house. She ran inside and headed straight for the bedroom. She stripped off her clothes and crawled into the middle of the bed. She could feel the smile on her face and knew her men were coming to her when she heard their footsteps on the timber decking. She arranged her body artfully for her loves’ pleasure. She stretched her arms up above her head until she was gripping the rails of the headboard, her chest arching up so she thrust her breasts out. She lifted her legs up, bent at the knees, her feet flat on the bed, and spread her legs wide.

  She grinned when she heard two masculine groans of approval, looked toward the doorway, and gave her two men a come-hither smile. She loved the eager way they shucked their clothes and threw them to the floor. They were as eager as she was to join their bodies. It didn’t matter that they only made love no more than an hour before.

  Johnny reached her first and literally threw himself on top of her, and she was thankful when he bore most of his weight on his arms.

  Tara stared deep into Johnny’s eyes, the smile leaving her face as he lowered his head to hers. She moaned as he swept his tongue into her mouth and slid her tongue along his as they both battled for dominance. He won, of course, but only because Tara let him. She followed his lead and responded in kind as he tasted the depths of her mouth. She finally had to pull back when the need for air superseded her desire to keep kissing, his devastating flavor on her tongue.

  Movement from her other side had her turning her head to gaze deeply into Clay’s eyes. She felt Johnny move off to her side, giving Clay room to get closer to her. She reached up for him as he bent toward her and met his mouth with her own. She opened up and let him in. The sensation of his tongue sliding into her mouth, past her lips and teeth, and his chest hair abrading her sensitive nipples was such a turn-on. She parried and thrust her tongue with his but still let him have control. She mewed in protest when he began to wean his mouth from hers until he was sipping at her lips. He moved back to her side, lying next to her with his head propped up on his hand, his other hand stroking against her lower stomach.

  Tara felt Johnny move and turned her head toward him. She smiled as he settled himself between her thighs, lying on his stomach with his face just above her pussy. She opened her thighs wider and held her breath as he teased her by lowering his head down slowly. She growled with mock frustration, moved one of her arms, threading her fingers between the silky strands of his hair, and pushed his face into her cunt as she arched her hips up. Johnny used the strong muscles in his neck and pushed his head up, taking her hand with him, until he was looking at her.

  “Oh, no you don’t, Tara. We’re in control in the bedroom. Clay, keep her hands away,” Johnny said with a growl, his eyes never leaving hers.

  Tara felt Clay clasp her wrist, pull her arm back up above her head, and gently pull both her hands into one of his, effectively manacling her. She turned toward him when she felt him sit up beside her and saw he already had the soft restraints in his hands. How the hell did he manage that? I didn’t see him move.

  Tara closed her eyes and moaned. The sensation of Johnny’s tongue sliding through her slick labia had her leaking more juices from her cunt.

  “I love eating your pussy, sweetheart. I could spend all day swallowing your cream,” Johnny rumbled, his voice muffled against her wet flesh.

  Tara wanted more. She loved the feel of Johnny fucking her with his mouth. She pushed her hips up into his face, silently begging for more. She needed his fingers thrusting into her sheath, rubbing against that special spot inside her, but knew he wouldn’t give her what she wanted, needed, until he was ready. He flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit, again and again and again. She spread her legs as wide as she could and bucked. She knew if they hadn’t made love earlier and he wasn’t in such a good mood, that he wouldn’t have let her get away with her silent demands, but she was glad they did and he was here.

  She couldn’t believe how much she needed him, both of them, again so soon. Just a certain look or smile was enough to have her body heating and her pussy clenching. She threw her head back and mewled as Johnny plunged two fingers into the depths of her sheath. He began to pump his fingers in and out of her body as he swirled his tongue over her elongated clit. He found her G-spot and rubbed the pads of his fingers over the spongy flesh. She could already feel the heavy warmth in her womb and her vagina walls rippling around his fingers. She growled in protest when he pulled them free of her body, her eyes snapping open to meet his.

  Tara looked into Johnny’s eyes as he sat up and moved his groin in closer to hers
. He aimed his cock at her pussy and surged into her depths with one smooth thrust. She closed her eyes as he held still and savored the feeling of his hard flesh pulsing in her wet sex.

  “Tara, look at me, sweetheart,” Johnny demanded.

  She opened her eyes and felt her breath hitch in her throat. All the love he felt for her was there for her to see. She felt her eyes well with tears and smiled at him tremulously.

  “Keep your eyes open, sweetheart. I want to see your eyes when you come.”

  Tara kept her eyes on Johnny as he began to rock in and out of her body. The sensations pouring through her, the emotions welling and filling her heart as her lover fucked her, were so beautiful she could hardly breathe. He picked up the pace of his thrusting hips, gliding his cock in and out of her cunt. It didn’t take long for him to have her back on the edge of orgasm. She could feel her pussy beginning to ripple around his hard flesh and he picked up the pace of his thrusts until he was pounding in and out of her body, the sound of their flesh slapping together echoing around them.

  Tara struggled to keep her eyes open as her pussy clamped down around Johnny’s cock, and she yelled her release. She saw Johnny’s eyes glaze over, and then he was roaring right along with her. She could feel his semen spurting from his jerking cock as he pumped her full of his release. She wrapped her arms around him as he collapsed onto her, finally giving her his whole weight. She relished the feel of his body on hers as his big body pushed her into the mattress. Finally, when the need to breathe asserted itself, she pushed at his shoulder and sighed as he withdrew his now-semierect cock from her body and moved off to the side.

  Tara didn’t get time to even blink. She squeaked as Clay easily flipped her over and drew her up onto her hands and knees. She screamed with pleasure as he thrust into her, balls-deep, with one powerful surge. He didn’t go easy on her, and she loved every minute of the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her sensitive pussy. She felt his hands grip her hips as he pounded in and out of her body. His flesh slapped against hers, and she could feel his balls connecting with her clit.