Everything's Better with Three (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Marla Monroe

  “Need some help?” he asked in a husky voice.

  She yelped standing up, hitting her head in the process. She turned, rubbing her head with an annoyed expression on her face.

  “You scared me. Asshole.”

  “Do you know how hot you look with your ass in the air, Kayley?” he asked as he stalked toward her.

  “W–what are you doing?” she asked, backing up against the desk, a wary look on her face.

  “I get hard just looking at you. If I let myself think too much, my cock nearly bursts through my zipper. Right now it’s hard enough to bend steel.”

  “Um, Billy?” She watched him with wary eyes.

  He didn’t say anything. It was all he could do to hold back when what he wanted to do was bend her over the desk and fuck her blind. Instead, he crowded her, leaning into her so that his hips pressed intimately at her pelvis and belly. The fire in his balls got hotter. The need inside of him grew higher. Looking down into her wide gold, green, and brown eyes, he saw something he hadn’t expected to see. Need. It was all the encouragement it took to have him capturing her mouth with his.

  At first he kept his hands bracketing her, grasping the edge of the desk to keep from overwhelming her, crushing her to him. With the first little whimper, his control snapped, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in tighter, spearing one hand into her hair and cupping her ass with the other.

  Fuck, he was ruined. Her mouth tasted like the sweetest of strawberries with a hint of tartness. Nothing in his wildest dreams had prepared him for this intense need to conquer her, consume her, and make her his—theirs. Billy thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth, letting her know in no uncertain terms what he wanted from her. She met him thrust for thrust, tangling hers with his then nipping at his lip. He couldn’t have stopped the harsh groan if he had wanted to.

  Her answering moan nearly did him in as he pressed his pulsing dick against her and rubbed himself on her. She lifted one leg and wrapped it around his thigh, straining to place her pussy in just the right place. He obliged her and bent his knees, notching his cock right where she needed it, pushing into her over and over.

  When he finally pulled away from her addictive mouth, he ran his mouth around her jaw, nipping and sucking down to her earlobe where he drew in the little lobe and sucked. Her gasps and moans were like gasoline to a fire, sending his blood roaring through his body, straight to his already engorged cock. Her hands had twined around his neck, pulling his hair to keep his mouth on her. The stings only added to the mix.

  As her gasps grew more urgent and her pushes against his throbbing shaft harder, Billy knew she was about to climax. God knew he was on the verge himself, but he wasn’t about to come in his jeans like a randy schoolboy. He wanted to be deep inside her hot, wet cunt for that.

  “Oh, God! What are you doing to me?” Kayley’s voice came out in a breathy whimper.

  “Making you come for me, baby girl. I want to hear you scream my name as you flood me with your cum. Give it to me, Kayley. Give me what I want, what I need.” Billy bit her right where her neck met her shoulder, deliberately marking her, making her theirs.

  Kayley screamed, squeezing her leg around his hip in a death grip. His name leaving her lips was the sweetest sound he had ever heard.

  Chapter Eleven

  “That was fucking hot!” Craig’s voice from the doorway dragged Kayley back from her climax-induced afterglow.

  She pulled at her leg while trying to push Billy away at the same time. How could she have done that? Dear God, she’d rubbed herself all over him like some kind of loose woman. Kayley thought of herself as a liberated woman, a little more relaxed in her views on sex, but really. They hadn’t even taken their clothes off. Heat burned a path from her chest up her neck and over her face. It was as if her entire body would go up in flames, not unlike how she’d felt just a few seconds earlier.

  Mortified, she hid her face in her hands once she managed to push Billy a step away from her. He didn’t go far though. His scent enveloped her, making her horny all over again. What was going on with her? The pressure. It had to be the pressure of the last few days getting to her. It was the only explanation she could accept.

  “Craig,” Billy growled over his shoulder.

  “Sorry, but I thought I was going to come just watching you two.” He walked over to Kayley and gently pulled her hands away from her face.

  Bending down, he kissed her softly on the lips. “Don’t be like that, kitten. That was so freaking hot. You’re a very sexy woman.”

  Kayley tried to stay mad at him and Billy, but Craig was getting to her. His hand ran over her hair while Billy rubbed her back. It didn’t seem to have bothered them that she’d acted so wanton. She was the only one who appeared uncomfortable standing there in her sopping wet panties and overheated flesh. Then again, glancing at the front of Billy’s jeans, besides the obvious wet spot she’d made, his cock appeared painfully hard, pushing at the zipper.

  “Okay, baby girl. Let’s get the rest of this stuff packed and loaded. What’s next,” Billy asked, looking around.

  “Um, that case and this box.” She pointed at the plastic box next to Billy’s feet.” I think that is all I need right now. We can come back if I need something, right?” she asked, looking from one man to the other.

  “Of course we can. Make a quick run through your bedroom to be sure there’s not something important we missed, grab your purse, and let’s haul ass home.” Billy picked up the box while Craig grabbed the case.

  Kayley hurried back into her bedroom and glanced around. Not seeing anything she couldn’t live without, she checked the bathroom and decided they’d almost cleared her out in there. There was no telling what all they had packed for her. Heat burned her cheeks at some of the things she was sure were missing that had been under her cabinet. The thought of them touching her intimate stuff was more than she could handle right then.

  She briefly thought of changing her panties so she wouldn’t be so uncomfortable on the ride to their house, but she decided against it at the last moment. If one of them walked in while she had her shorts and underwear off, well, it wouldn’t be a good idea in the state she was in.

  The door slammed in the front of the house, galvanizing her into action. She grabbed her purse off the bed and, just before she walked out, decided to take her e-reader in case she needed to entertain herself. She stuffed it in her purse and hurried to join the guys in the living room.

  “Got everything?” Craig asked with a bright smile.

  “I think so. Like you said, if I need something, we can come back to get it.” She tried to appear nonchalant but knew she had failed miserably from the worried expression on Billy’s face.

  They locked up the house behind them, then Craig helped her up into the huge truck. She realized as she buckled her seatbelt that she would be sitting between the two men in close quarters. It would be cozy but distracting, plus she was extremely aware of her wet underwear situation. God, could they smell her? She shivered at the thought.

  “Are you cold, Kayley?” Craig asked, adjusting the vent away from her.

  “I’m okay.” She struggled not to fidget, holding her hands still in her lap as Billy backed out of her drive.

  Craig settled his arm across the back of the seat, his hand fiddled with her hair. Billy dropped a hand to her bare thigh, the heat from his hand seeming to burn deep into the muscle. She kept her face straight ahead, fighting the urge to sneak glances at both men. Either one of them looked too good to be let out in public, but together, they were sex on sticks, just waiting for someone to come along and lick them up. God she wanted to be that someone. But she wasn’t sure if she could handle them now that she had a chance at making her dreams come true.

  Kayley hadn’t counted on ever being able to turn their heads, much less garner a second look. Normally Billy did his best to avoid her, claiming she was an accident waiting to happen. What was so bad was that around him, she was. Somethi
ng always happened to him when she was near. Of course, she tended to have that effect on most people she knew. Only Bea seemed to be immune to her clumsiness.

  “That was a mighty big sigh,” Craig said giving her hair a slight jerk. “What’s on that amazing mind of yours?”

  “Nothing. I guess I was just thinking about everything and wondering how long it will be until my life gets back to normal. I know you two don’t want me in your hair for long.” She kept her head forward, afraid that if she looked at either man, she’d see the truth of how they felt in their eyes.

  “Don’t even think like that, baby girl. I told you we’re taking care of you. You don’t have to worry about a thing. Just do what we tell you so you don’t get hurt.” Billy met her gaze in the rear view mirror.

  If she hadn’t been so nervous and they weren’t so close, Kayley would have argued over the “do what they told her” comment. As it was, she figured they knew her well enough by now to know she wasn’t about to make things easy on them. She had been on her own for too long to take orders well, especially from Billy. Craig, she might cave to on occasion. He tended to ask nicely and follow it up with a smile.

  Billy squeezed her thigh as if he knew what she was thinking. When she glanced over at the mirror, he had a smile in his eyes that backed that up. She could already imagine the fights they were going to have before she was able to move back home. Hopefully, he’d cut her some slack for being nervous and on edge about the entire situation. Who could blame her for being a little touchy?

  Craig leaned over and kissed her cheek before whispering in her ear.

  “I can smell your pussy from here, kitten. I can’t wait to bury my face in your juices and eat you up.”

  Kayley’s mouth flew open, but she couldn’t respond. No way was she going to say anything back to him with Billy sitting right next to her. Had he heard Craig’s promise? Because that was what it had sounded like to her. Her cheeks burned again. Was she going to end up with a blush burn being around them?

  “Just imagine what it will feel like when you sit on my face, and I shove my tongue as deep inside of you as I can get it. I want to hear you make those sounds you made for Billy earlier when he had your clit on fire. Will you make them for me, honey?” he asked.

  The heat from his breathing next to her ear sent shivers down her spine. If she’d been wet before, she was downright dripping now. There would be a messy wet spot on the seat beneath her. She prayed the material would soak it up and not leave a stain.

  “I bet you taste like candy. Is that what you taste like, kitten? Have you ever tasted yourself?” he asked in a soft whisper.

  Billy ran a finger up the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of the hem of her shorts. He circled there before moving back down to squeeze her thigh just above her knee.

  “Answer him, Kayley. I want to hear the answer,” Billy said in a strained voice.

  “Oh, God!” He’d heard.

  “That’s not the answer I was looking for, baby girl. Have you ever tasted that hot cream before?” Billy’s gruff voice as he glanced at her using the mirror tightened things inside her that left an ache in her cunt.

  She whimpered then shook her head no.

  “What a shame. I bet you’ve played with yourself, haven’t you, kitten. Do you use those toys I found in the bedside table? Do you scream when you come all alone in your bed, or do you muffle yourself with a pillow so no one around you can hear?” Craig asked, no longer whispering in her ear.

  His hand massaged her scalp in a sensuous rhythm meant to relax her. He leaned over once again and nuzzled her neck, nipping at her earlobe. His other hand rubbed lightly over her nipples, his nails scratching at them just enough to send tingles to her clit. She was in so much trouble here. How would she ever resist them? Should she resist them?

  Once this is all over, they’ll send you home, and that will be that, Kayley. Do I play with them knowing it’s only temporary, or keep my heart intact so it doesn’t hurt so much when I leave? It won’t last. I know it won’t.

  The thought of having them all to herself, even for a little while, thrilled her beyond measure. Still, that niggling reminder that they weren’t hers forever sort of threw a damper on her excitement. Even if she didn’t allow anything else to happen, she was afraid her heart was already engaged.

  “I want to watch you play with yourself, Kayley. Watch you run that little vibe you have all around your clit and up and down your slit. Will you do that for me?” Craig asked before sucking lightly on her neck.

  “I–I can’t do that. I’ve never…” she began.

  “Never masturbated in front of someone before?” Billy asked.

  Fuck, their words were turning her on and embarrassing her all at the same time. All the times she’d dreamed about being with both of them, she’d never imagined it would be like this. Never imagined what it would be like to have both of them paying attention to her at the same time. It far exceeded her wildest imagination, and all they were doing was talking to her. How would she survive if they went any further? She’d go up in flames and die a happy woman.

  “I love how your nipples respond so fast and get so hard. They poke out at me, begging for my mouth,” Craig told her.

  He took one through the material of her T-shirt and pinched it between his forefinger and thumb. The erotic thrill of it shot all the way through her. It zinged straight to her clit then delved deeper, inside where she’d never felt anything like that before. The pain morphed into something dark and wonderful.

  Craig twisted it just a little bit, and her mouth fell open at the intense sensations crashing over her. She heard an odd sound before realizing it was her taking short little gasps of breath, riding a fine line between pleasure and pain. It thrilled her all the way to her toes. She’d never known anything could feel like this. Never in all of her forays into self-pleasure had she experienced anything like this. Not even the naughty books she read had prepared her for this experience. What had she been missing all of her life?

  “I think she likes this, Billy. Look at her face. I bet we could get her to come just playing with her nipples,” Craig said.

  “Fuck! I can’t wait ’til we get home. I can’t watch her and the damn road at the same time.” Billy’s voice betrayed his impatience.

  Craig released her nipple and scratched a nail over the tip before leaning back in the seat. The quick little scrape only heightened her need, making it difficult to be still in the seat. She squirmed, squeezing her thighs together in an effort to gain some relief of some kind. Her skin felt too tight, almost like how a healing cut felt as the scab pulled at the surrounding skin. She needed something desperately and soon.

  “Easy, baby girl. We’ll be home in just a minute. We’ll take care of you,” Billy crooned, running his fingers up and down the inside of her thighs.

  Kayley wanted to scream for them to hurry up, but she refused to admit how hot she was. She refused to give them any more power over her. They would ruin her for other men if she let them. If she did this thing that they were leading up to, she would never be the same.

  “Here we are, Kayley. Home sweet home.” Craig reached over and turned her head to face him. “I love the way your eyes are all glassy and unfocused. It turns me on to see how much you need us.”

  The truck turned onto the long drive leading up to their house. Before they had even parked well, Craig was unbuckling her seatbelt and opening the door. Billy threw the gearshift into park and climbed down from the truck. When he got around to the passenger side, Craig was lifting her down from the cab.

  Billy took her hand. “In the house, baby girl. Unpacking can wait.”

  Chapter Twelve

  No sooner had they walked in the door than Craig picked her up and carried her through the kitchen into the living room and down the hall toward the bedrooms. He didn’t stop until they were in the room she’d been in before. The stray thought that she still didn’t know whose room it was floated in her mind but
was swiftly blown away when Craig dropped her on the bed.

  “Take off your clothes, kitten. Now.” Craig said.

  Billy walked up and, grabbing the back of his shirt, pulled it over his head, exposing his amazing chest and abdomen to her hungry eyes. She licked her lips, wanting to trace every dip and curve of each muscle. She got so caught up in gazing at him that she forgot what she was supposed to be doing.

  “Kayley. Your clothes. Off. Now.” Craig’s voice hardened.

  It was a side she’d never seen of him before. She couldn’t stop the little shiver that drifted down her spine. She kicked off her shoes and shimmied out of her shorts in one quick movement. When she slipped her thumbs in the waistband of her panties to push them down, Craig stopped her.

  “Wait. The top next. I want to see your breasts.” His breathing had gotten harder.

  Kayley liked seeing how she was affecting him. She glanced over at Billy and found that he had removed his jeans, standing in front of her in only his boxers. By the impressive tenting of the cotton material and the shiny wet spot, she knew he was right where she was, burning out of control.

  Slowly, she rolled her T-shirt up her belly to the bottom of her breasts. Stopping for a fraction of a second, she ran her tongue around her lower lip before continuing. The expression on Craig’s face did it for her. Knowing that watching her had him hard and ready, anticipating her next move, the next slice of skin she would show him.

  As she pushed her shirt higher and revealed her breasts, the harsh gasp from both men wasn’t what she’d expected. She pulled the T-shirt all the way over her head to stare at the two men. No longer heavy lidded with desire, they both looked angry enough to kill someone. Kayley backed away farther up the bed on her knees.

  “Why didn’t you tell us you were hurt there, Kayley?” Craig demanded.

  She frowned, uncertain of what he meant.

  “I could have really hurt you without knowing it. Damn, baby. You can’t keep things like that from us.” Craig stepped closer to the bed.