Dwyer, Dixie Lynn - Stacy's Destiny [The Town of Pearl 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “Oh God, it feels so good,” she told them, and Max pulled her hair a little to get her to look up at him so he could kiss her. “You’re so beautiful,” he told her then kissed her lips as he tugged on her nipples. He massaged then rolled the tip between two fingers as he explored her mouth. Eric alternated fingers and tongue, and the combination of sensations had the dam bursting and her calling out in ecstasy.

  “I need her now, Eric. Right fucking now,” Max exclaimed in a deep and demanding voice that sent chills through her entire body.

  Eric pulled from her, stood, and lifted Stacy then placed her on top of Max. She straddled his thighs and immediately was impaled on his cock. She gasped at the abrupt invasion then lost her breath as Max thrust up into her. He wanted her badly. It was obvious by his abrupt possession of her and the feel of his hard cock bursting between her vaginal walls. Max fisted her hair in his hand and brought her mouth to his. He nibbled and licked her lips as he continued to thrust up into her. She couldn’t counterthrust at all. He was on a mission to control, and it turned her on. Then she felt the cool liquid press against her anus. She knew what was coming as a burst of fluid shot through her pussy and dripped between her thighs.

  Eric spread her ass cheeks and massaged the globes while he licked and nibbled across the bumps of her spine. The chills filtered through her body under her skin, and then she felt the thick, round bulb of his cock against the tight rings.

  “Fuck, Stacy, you feel so good. You belong to us. You’re ours always,” Max growled then thrust hard and fast up into her. Eric took that moment to press forward, sending her skyrocketing out of control. Her body swayed between two massive ones. Her breasts bounced. The sound of grunts and words of possession attacked her ears from below and behind her. She lost focus as they both pounded into her, penetrating her body and her soul.

  “Ours!” Max grunted then exploded inside of her. She felt the hot semen spread inside of her as she lay flat against his chest, his arms like steel around her. Eric thrust three more times then exploded inside her next. He ground his hips against her rear as he massaged the globes of her ass then gave her cheek a smack.

  “Eric!” she screamed. Then he ran his fingernail gently down her spine, causing her to get the shivers.

  “I love this ass,” he added before thrusting into her again then slowly pulling out of her.

  “I’ll be right back,” Eric whispered then kissed her shoulder before going to the other room.

  * * * *

  Max held Stacy in his arms with his dick still hard and warm inside her cunt. He loved the sensation. He absorbed the connection and the depth of his affection for her. She was petite and feminine, an innocent in a situation that was out of her control. He knew he would have to tell her about the package and the threat, but right now, he was content knowing that she was safe in his arms and protected by him and his brother.

  “Are you okay?” Stacy asked as she turned her head toward his face and kissed his chin.

  He kept his arm around her waist then caressed her ass. She raised her legs and straddled him as she sat up.

  He moaned as his cock adjusted to the movement. It was oversensitive, and the little minx knew it. She smiled then thrust her hips before rising up a little off of him. His cock stirred as he grabbed her waist, ordering her to stop.

  Eric returned with a washcloth, and he lifted her gently off of Max then laid her on the bed beside Max.

  Max rolled to his side and watched as Stacy held Eric’s gaze while he cleaned her.

  He saw the love between them, and it thrilled him. The three of them were meant to be together, and they were going to be happy, and it would all work out.

  Max reached over and caressed her belly and then her breasts.

  “Let’s take a shower,” he whispered.

  “Do I have to move?” she asked, and he began to tickle her. Eric joined in, and they wound up cuddled together in the bed.

  “Okay. Shower later, I’m too damn tired now to move,” Max added, and Stacy nodded her head, but her eyes were already closed. He looked across to his brother, and they locked gazes as they held Stacy in between them.

  “Later,” he mouthed to Eric, and Eric nodded then kissed Stacy on her forehead before lying down and closing his eyes as well.

  Max remained wide awake. The sight of Stacy’s panties sitting on the side table made him think about the box and its contents. Some fucking asshole was in her drawers at the cottage. Someone was spying on her and taking pictures of her after she got out of the shower. His stomach ached, and he tried to hide the anger that was stirring again. He glanced at Eric and then at Stacy wedged between them. Her sexy body belonged to them. No one would ever touch her or harm her again. He thought about what Wyatt said, and it was true. He felt better having Stacy lying between them, protected and loved. He just worried about when they were apart and how she would respond to the current situation.

  Chapter 11

  Barry had his bags packed and everything organized that he needed to escape to the Caribbean with Stacy. He reserved the hotel in Texas and rented the car. He had made arrangements for a chartered boat to take them across the sea He paid for guns and ammunition so that the boat would be stocked and ready to defend themselves against any pirates while at sea. He even paid for guards that were ex-military. There was no way that he would take chances like that with Stacy. He was giving up everything to be with her and to live the life they deserved to live. He even purchased a small house on the outskirts of a resort that was secluded and had security. He paid cash and even hired a designer to decorate it partially. He figured that Stacy would want to do most of the decorating herself. She was quite resourceful and creative. After all, she had been the one to sell the Monroes on the deal with Mercer. Poor thing hadn’t a clue that things don’t work out that way. If she had spread her legs sooner, then it might have been the best promotion of her life. Oh well, at least he knew that Stacy wasn’t used goods.

  He glanced around at all the stuff then gestured for the attendant to ship the belongings to the boat. Then he poured himself a glass of brandy and smiled as he looked out the hotel window. It overlooked Central Park and was stunning.

  Soon he would have his Stacy in his arms and her body wrapped around his.

  * * * *

  Max jerked forward, gasping for air. He woke up from the nightmare terrified for Stacy’s life. Immediately he looked down and saw her angelic face pressed against the pillow. Her back and ass were wedged against Eric’s body, and Eric held her around the waist. Max calmed his breathing then caressed a strand of hair away from her face. He observed her steady breathing as he watched her chest rise and fall and the way her hands were in a praying position and blocking her nipples from his view. Even in her sleep and naked, she was trying to act so proper and ladylike. He stared at her face and smiled. She already meant the world to him, and being here with her and Eric was paradise. He lowered his head but continued to watch her. He could lie like this for hours just knowing that Stacy was his and how lucky he and Eric were to have found her. Was she dreaming about him, he wondered. She seemed calm and comfortable sleeping in bed with them and staying in their home. He swallowed hard as thoughts of some sick bastard filled his mind. That asshole was out there somewhere just waiting to strike again. He wanted to warn Stacy and make her see that staying here with them was her best option, but he couldn’t. He was afraid that if he told her about the package that she would head back to New York or just run off to hide. She would put everyone first before herself. She was loving and compassionate like that. He loved her, and the thought struck such a possessive and strong sensation inside of him. He leaned down and softly kissed her eyelids and thanked the good Lord above that they were together.

  “Hey, are you okay?” Eric whispered, and Max stared at him a moment then shook his head.

  “Wanna go downstairs and talk?”

  He shook his head again.

  “I don’t want to leave her,” Max
replied.

  “That bad, huh?” Eric asked with his eyes wide and filled with concern.

  “We’ll talk alone tomorrow. We’re going to have to meet with the others.”

  “Fuck, it’s that bad?” Eric whispered then ran a hand over his jaw. Stacy stirred then reached out and touched Max’s chest. She cuddled closer to him, and he lowered his body back down. He lightly lifted his head but not enough to disturb Stacy’s sleep.

  “We’ll talk tomorrow.”

  A while later, Max still couldn’t calm his thoughts. It was only five o’clock in the morning when he carefully got out of bed, trying not to disturb Stacy or Eric’s sleep, and he headed into the shower. He turned on the water, stepped into the large shower, and adjusted the custom-made head so that it sprayed over him completely. Thoughts of someone taking Stacy stung his gut and made him hang his head. What would he do if something happened to her? She had just entered their life a mere three weeks ago. Already Stacy meant the world to him and his brother. He needed to protect her as not only her lover and mate, but as the law in Pearl. The fact that the big Fourth of July festivities were so close made him feel uncertain and sick to his stomach. The water hit his shoulders and ran down his back. He thought about Stacy and a future he and Eric had planned for them. She was theirs, and they would prove to her how much she really meant to them. The hot water wasn’t doing much to ease the tension or anger inside of him. Flashes of the pictures of Stacy, the items taken from her home, and the letter addressed to him pissed him off. He jumped the second he felt the hand on his back. He moved on instinct, grabbing the person, and pressing them against the tiled wall.

  Stacy gasped in shock, and Max just stared down into her green eyes that were filled with concern. He ran his hands down her body to her waist then lowered his head to her shoulder.

  “I’m sorry. I was lost in thought,” he whispered as he felt the water dripped down his nose and over his lips. Stacy reached forward and ran her hands up and over his belly muscles then his chest. Her soft, delicate hands caressed his cheeks and held them.

  He pressed his body against hers, feeling her breasts against his stomach and knowing how petite she was. She may not be able to fight whoever was after her wanting to possess her. The thought made him angry. She belonged to him and Eric. No one else.

  He felt her lips against his chest.

  “What’s wrong, Max? Are you angry with me for something?” she asked in such a gentle voice. Angry at her? Shit!

  He kissed her neck and her shoulder then pressed his hands up against her ribs then to her breasts, cupping them in his hands. His cock throbbed with need to have her and to know that she was safe here with him.

  “Not mad at you, baby, I just have a lot on my mind with work.” He kissed her before she could question his lie. The kiss grew deeper and hotter. The need to be inside her and as deeply connected as humanly possible began to feed his next move.

  He nibbled on her neck, and she moaned as she pressed her breasts against his chest.

  In an instant, he lifted her thighs and pressed her harder than he intended against the tile wall. Stacy gasped, and he growled. It was primal and such a deep animalistic need rushed over him. He knew that he felt most content when his cock was buried deep inside Stacy’s pussy where it was wet and warm and they were melded together as one. His breathing grew rapid, and the need to feel that connection and that depth fed his thrusts. Over and over again, he sought that peace of mind, that certainty that she was indeed safe and his.

  “Max, oh my god, Max,” Stacy stated as she gasped with every one of his thrusts. He lowered his mouth, using his tongue and teeth to latch on to a breast as the water splashed over them and into his mouth. He stretched her ass cheeks with every thrust and crawled his fingers inch by inch across her ass while trying not to drop her. She screamed again and again, and he felt her vaginal muscles lock onto his cock and milk him for more. “I love you so fucking much!” he growled as he pressed a digit to her anus. She jerked forward, and he pressed his body hard against hers. His wrist hurt from the odd position, and his legs began to shake, but he was determined to reach his goal and that feeling of completion. Stacy laid her face against his neck while he continued to thrust into her, and he could go no further. He growled against her shoulder and exploded inside of her, filling her channel with his seed and praying that one day he and Eric could impregnate her with their child. He panted against her chest, the aftershocks causing them both to rock against one another then hug each other tight.

  “I love you, too, Max. Don’t ever think otherwise,” she whispered then gently kissed his temple. His Stacy was special, and connected like this, he knew she was safe and his for eternity.

  * * * *

  The chili finished cooking, the pies were all done, and Stacy was relieved that she could finally go outside and enjoy the beautiful day. Max had been insistent that she stay over again tonight, but she wanted to head home to the cottage and at least grab some things and open up the widows to air the place out. Her milk and other items in her refrigerator were probably bad by now. But he was adamant about it and had even been a bit aggressive in his demand for her to remain on the Triple C. She trusted Max and Eric and knew that something was up. Even the way Max made love to her in the shower was intense and a bit rough, but she loved every second of it. That amazed her because she thought she didn’t want to feel like a possession or like she was submissive. But she found herself trying to do little things to get them both in an uproar, which usually led to her being stripped naked and fucked real good. She felt her cheeks warm. Her men were amazing, and the town of Pearl and the Triple C Ranch were like a fantasy come true.

  She straightened out her hair, running her fingers through it to smooth out the wild strands, and walked outside on the front porch. That’s when she noticed the small red convertible sitting in the driveway near the barn. “Whose car is that?’ she wondered as she walked out that way. There was no one around, the men were off riding and tending to the cattle and fences, but Eric was working on something with Charlie. She noticed that the barn door was closed as she pulled it open and called inside.

  “Eric!” she called, and as she entered the barn, she could see all the stalls and a working area to her right. That’s when she saw some woman in a short mini skirt and scrawny arms wrapped around Eric. She couldn’t tell if he was trying to get her off of him or trying to feel her up. His hands were under her arms and wedged against her breasts. She, however, was kissing his neck and rubbing herself all over him.

  “What the hell is going on?” Stacy yelled, and Eric’s eyes widened in shock as he shoved the woman off of him. She just held on tight and eyed Stacy from head to toe. She knew when a woman was trying to seduce a man and when a woman was jealous. Damn, did this woman look like she wanted to rip Stacy’s head off.

  “Stacy! Honey, I—”

  Stacy held up her hand for Eric to go no further.

  “Oh, baby, don’t worry about her. She was liable to find out sooner or later ’bout us,” the woman said in a very annoying Southern drawl.

  “Betsie, cut your shit out. Stacy knows I’m loyal to her. Now I’m only going to tell you this one more time. You best leave me and my family alone. Ain’t no Cantrell interested in ya,” Eric stated then firmly pulled his arm from her grasp.

  “You’d rather have some Yankee from New York than a true Texas lady?” she stated with venom as she slowly straightened out her skirt and her small little breasts. Stacy smirked as she stood confidently in front of her. Stacy knew her boobs were better than Betsie’s.

  “Oh, I see, Eric, honey. I’ll meet ya later at our usual place. Then we can attend the fair together tomorrow. Ya know, my chili is gonna win again and of course my delicious peach cobbler. Your little friend here looks a bit piqued. Maybe ya should get rid of her now before it’s too late.”

  “Betsie, get your ass off my property.”

  Betsie winked at Eric then walked really close to Stacy.
“Eric and Max are really great lovers, honey. But they like their women proper and a bit wild, so I’d pack your bags and head back from the shit hole you came out of.”

  Stacy watched her go, wondering what the hell was wrong with that woman. She was really pissed off, but she didn’t want to act unladylike.

  But then her blood felt as if it were boiling, and all she could see when she closed her eyes was that slimy woman all over Eric. He could have easily shoved her down and away from him. What the hell was going on?

  “Oh, Betty.” Stacy turned and called after her.

  She placed her hands on her hips and stared at Stacy. “It’s Betsie,” she retorted.

  “Whatever. Just a few facts before you leave. Your chili-and-pie-winning days are over. These, are a hell of a lot nicer than yours,” Stacy stated as she cupped her own large breasts and winked at Betsie. Betsie gasped, and then Stacy jumped toward her, taking a step with her fists clenched as if ready to fight. Betsie jumped and ran out of the barn.

  A second later, she felt the hand on her shoulder, and instinctively she threw a right hook. She hit Eric directly in the lip then covered her mouth in shock. He wiggled his jaw and grabbed a hold of her wrists.

  “Why the hell did you hit me?”

  “Let go of me, Eric. I don’t enjoy being lied to or betrayed.”

  “Betrayed? Are you kidding me? That woman is crazy. She’s been coming around here for months,” he stated, and Stacy’s eyes widened as she tried to pull out of Eric’s grasp. She saw the tiny bit of blood drip from his lip, and she was surprised by the damage she inflicted. She felt guilty, but then she remembered that slimy serpent of a woman tangled around him by the stall. He didn’t appear as if he were fighting hard.

  “There’s nothing going on between us. I swear, Stacy, she’s crazy. We told you about her, and she’s been after a Cantrell for over a year.”